I sat at the hotel bar, sipping my second whiskey sour, and checking my twelve-year-old daughter's homework on my Chromebook, with her on Discord. It was Happy Hour, and the bar was pretty crowded. I had taken a stool at the far end, leaving a couple of empty seats when I arrived. I liked to unwind a little after a long day of meetings, when on the road. I h...
KAYLA SYDNEY MARTIN AGE 18 STATUS: IN A RELATIONSHIP RELATIONSHIP TO YOU: 26/100 MODERATE CRUSH Chet stared at these words hover above Kayla's head as she ran out of the locker room, slowly shrinking along with her diminishing figure in the distance until she turned a corner. Then the words vanished altogether, leaving him to ponder the last two lines...
This is my first story . . . leave comments and part two can improve upon this beginning. ***** Mmmm, mmmm, oooh my God . . . . I rubbed my clit furiously while reading this story about a maid getting fucked by her boss. It was a pretty ridiculous plot, but it did everything for me. Her sexy older boss knew exactly how to get her to stop masturbating on h...
He had never wanted to be a "dirty old man" -- especially since he wasn't even 30 yet -- but she was pushing the idea on him. He'd spent his masturbation-time with thoughts of her the previous two weeks -- and usually that time was dedicated to fantasy-girls he'd never meet. "Dirty old man" wasn't a man he man he wanted to be. But it was hard to fight the...
Howdy, folks. My name is Marcus Jean Richmond. I'm a student at Dixon University in Raynham, Massachusetts. Life these days simply couldn't be better. We have a good crop of students this year. The school has eleven thousand students, and it's evenly split between the sexes for the first time in ages. A balanced ratio is something most colleges and universit...
First story here. Dreamed up while driving home one day. Enjoy! ************************ It had been a long day at work. One thing after another, it had seemed, from bad traffic, to computer problems, to getting an entire pot of coffee spilled on her in the break room. She'd even gotten reamed for an incomplete project she was never even assigned to. Her...
Hey, there. My name is Roselyn Xavier. I'm the best friend of a bisexual guy. And I'm in love with him. I first met Jason Des Moulin when we were both seniors at Zulu Academy, a historically Black private school in the city of Boston where the African-American elite of New England have been sending their sons and daughters for years. The school's student bod...
Miss Beckett, or Alice to her friends, waited patiently as Dave finished up in her small, windowless office. Eventually he came out, Still with an obvious bulge in the front of his trousers. They exchanged goodbyes, and she watched him leave. She stared at his backside until it was out of sight, beyond the glass of the building's main door. She walked into h...
It was on a Friday night, the 25th Year High School reunion of good old Fulton High. Nearly the entire class had attended. It was held at the prestigious Helton Banquet Hall, high atop Helton Hill. Old friends reuniting after all these years. Jock's still showing off old injuries, the geeks and nerds showing off their trophy wives, the pep squad still cheeri...
Damn it, I just hate it when my folks come for a visit unannounced. I mean, seriously. Why do parents do stuff like that? I've never really been the social type. That's part of the reason why I left my native New York and moved all the way to Los Angeles for higher education purposes. It wasn't because of the scholarship money. More like the chance to travel...