Jon opened the door to his hotel room and looked both directions before slipping into the hall. He walked with confidence, the ice bucket in his hand as the plush carpet tickled his bare feet. If one of the chaperones saw him, he would say he was going to get some ice for a soda he'd bought earlier. He couldn't hide the grin on his face, though. He'd won the...
It wasn’t my fault that my parents were small people and passed their genes on to me. However, it was a curse that I was forced to live with during my formative years. Sports like basketball, football and baseball were out of the question and I felt alienated from other children my age. My parents did pass on to me a desire to succeed and I sought recognit...
Part I - Nathan Everyone has their story – you know, the one they tell whenever there is someone new to hear it, especially someone they want to impress or shock. Like my Uncle Jack's story of how he and Aunt Carmen met at the top of the Eiffel Tower because he "fainted" from his fear of heights and came to looking up her very short skirt. Or Grandma Lil...
I spend way too much of my time hunched over the computer in my home office chatting, looking at and reading erotica, and living an extremely proactive fantasy life. I've often thought that were I to experience some sort of actual fulfillment of those fantasies, it would come via meeting someone in an AOL chat or something of that ilk, and in a way I guess...
It had been another average day at college. English class was a breeze as usual. The instructor never engaged with the students much, and although this wasn't necessarily a bad thing, it made the class go by so slowly you thought you just might die. He was also always 25 minutes late, and well, that definitely wasn't a bad thing. It was almost as if he made...
My name is Professor Titts. It's actually Belinda Iris Gladys Titts. My wonderful parents were only going for one child and thought they had to fit both of my grandmothers' name in somewhere. They also clearly didn't think about the good old Aussie make-it-as-short-as-possible nick name tradition when they put that mess of names together. As a result of th...
***Thanks for all the comments and emails on The Hidden Glade submission, they really keep me going! Feedback is ALWAYS welcome!*** -------------------------------------------------- I was asleep, dreaming of a faceless man. His hands, rough but driving me to madness traveled over my body, touching me in ways no one ever had. I hadn't ever had sex before,...
Tarotica V - The Heirophant The Hierophant represents that which is orthodox and traditional even to the point of ineffectuality. The heritage and past symbols are often more important than the practicality and necessity of change needed in the present. - Tarot Classic, Stuart Kaplan You may participate in a rite or a ceremony which links the individual w...
I was beginning to think that Leverton just might not have any more surprises for me. I couldn't have been more wrong. As I stepped into the kitchen one morning, there stood Thelma at the stove. It wasn't so much what she was doing, but rather, it was the manner of her dress. As usual, she was wearing a see-through blouse and a pair of those very tiny kilt s...
Day 3 I know at least half of the men in the world fantasize about either fucking their teacher, or fucking their student. This applies weather or not they actually still go to a school. I guess this explains why I see nearly all my male teachers checking out my ass or boobs on a regular basis. In particular Mr. Preston, my maths teacher. There's a rumor...