My name is David. I'm a young black man attending Harvard Medical School. I've also been blessed and cursed with the Gift of Telepathy. The ability to read people's minds. It's a power that has come in handy more times than I can count. I discovered it a long time ago, and I've always kept it to myself. When you're a telepath, you know many things about peop...
The bank receptionist, whose name is Brenda, smiles and says, "Yes sir, right this way." She is about 30, with rosy cheeks and a fat bottom. I like being called 'sir.' It's a nice touch, but of course Brenda calls anyone who walks into my bank 'sir' because she is paid to do so. No matter that you are the lowest scoundrel or pervert; you are a 'sir' in my...
"JAY! DON'T YOU DARE...DON'T YOU DARE DUNK ME! JAY! NO! JAY! AIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Yes, I dared. I watched Lauren fall after playfully cradling her in my arms. She fell below the surface for a few seconds below thrashing up for air. Her arms flailed and her mouth widened for air. She moved her dirty blonde hairs away from her faces and wiped her eyes. "You're a...
It was almost noon the next day before either Darla or Shelly awoke. Their legs were a bit wobbly as they headed to the bathroom, where they showered together and playfully fondled each others tits and pussies, all of which were still a bit sore from all of the fucking they that had received the day before. However, as neither one was seeking an orgasm; they...
Copyright 2007, Otto26 Thanks go to my patient editor, snooper. Thanks also to my test reader, slippedhalo, and to all you nice folks asking when I'm going to get another story submitted. The first part of this story, which explains some important things, can be seen at my profile page. * "I'm sorry, Daniel," Giolla wheezed into the phone, "but that visi...
The lady Margaret sits in her bower, clad in a raven black dress, sewing a black silk ribbon onto her black lace bonnet. She is in deep mourning for her father, who had been the baron for this part of the county. She intends to wear the bonnet to his funeral the next morning. She is kept company by her two little serving girls. One busies herself tidying t...
I was born in Huntington Beach, California in the mid-80s. My parents were Orange County Republicans, which means they were hyper-conservative religious zealots by day and sexual predators by night. I hate to generalize about these things, but having seen what I've seen in my twenty-something years, I guess I have a right to my opinion. If you don't like it,...
Lori was up early on Thursday morning. Her husband sent her off with a kiss and he told her to have fun. Lori was torn up inside. She hated the thought of visiting Terry and doing whatever she was ordered to do. Her husband thought she was enjoying being Terry's slut, as she had for Frank. The biggest problem for Lori was coming to terms with her feelings....
Dear Shoeblossom... I must write you about my tenant, Portia. She seems to have taken over the house...she's 23 and a hellion! I gritted my teeth, kneeling on hands and knees on the kitchen table as Portia's thick razor strop crashed against my tender bottom. She swung again, and it landed once again, and tears spurted out of my clenched lids. Can I be...
I watched the scenery as we drove along the winding road. My forehead pressed to the glass window as my eyes tried to keep up with the trees as they sped past. My mind wandered to how many miles we traveled, it seemed like I'd been stuck in this truck for days, not that I minded, no, not in the least. Anytime spent with you was a minute cherished and locked...