Moving and having to transfer during your senior year of high school is quite difficult to do. I had to leave all of my friends behind and start in a new school which would be difficult for anyone but when you are pretty much just an average guy ( not an athlete or anything like that ) you pretty much just blend into the surroundings. I did have one advantag...
"Oh...god...Dana...Dana..." Mr. Cleary breathed hard, stroking and pulling at his smallish penis hard and fast. The mirror reflected Mr. Cleary's pudgy form, standing completely nude by the sink counter where Dana had set her purse. His clothes were piled in a heap by his feet on the tiled floor of the women's restroom as he furiously stroked himself in fro...
Father Gregory O'Malley sat up straighter in his leather swivel chair at the sound of a knock on his office door. He paused a minute to gather his thoughts and calm his racing heartbeat. Father Gregory was only 33, young by the standards of the church. He had come to Holy Innocents Catholic School five years before, and was now the chaplain and spiritual hea...
Your heels clicked loudly on the lobby floor. Although the space seemed to be empty--and lowly lit--you had no interest in attracting any unwanted attention. Hell, given your current outfit no attention of any kind would be wanted. You looked up--looking down nearly made you ill-- remembering that you had to cross the entire lobby to get to your intended des...
The energy transfer between the flesh of Kim Dudley's wrist and Matt's right hand was nearly atomic as the 18 year old student surveyed his teacher's naked body. His cock soaked in Anna's vaginal juices, it jutted angrily out from his crotch, its head pointing like a balled up fist straight at Mrs. Dudley's gleaming cunt. Kneading his fingertips into the s...
The following is the second part of a transcript of an interview I conducted with a female who contacted me after reading some of my work on the subject of foot fetishism. She told me she wanted to share her frank and explicit experiences of foot sex and that there would be no question too shocking for her to answer. My subject insisted that her real name...
My feet seemed to be carrying me around the back of the house without my volition. Following the instructions: through the gate, around the side of the house, under the flowering jasmine, its delicate scent seeming to double the number of butterflies in my stomach, to the door painted red, and knock. I hesitated, my feet had done their work, it was now up t...
Returning from a lunch that somehow ran a little too long, Karen rushed into her office to finish the report that she'd left on her desk that morning. Hanging her coat on the hanger behind the door, she was startled by the voice behind her. "Hello Karen," she heard in his deep and distinctive voice. Turning about with astonishment she saw him sitting in h...
"Don't leave me for long" I say to the empty room. The last hour is a blur. I don't know what to make of it. What am I doing here? Why am I sitting under a desk in a strange place waiting for a man to come back from lunch when I should be with Him chatting over a cheese salad sandwich and an ice cold G&T! I should be teasing Him, flirting with Him and ultima...
James was three months into his new job. As the sole IT guy in the office and the mountain of spares and cables he ended up with a nice little office with a good view out the window and he could see who was coming past with the offices all having clear glass walls. They were frosted in the middle because apparently people were walking into the window instead...