Introduction: This story is based on Bruce Springsteen's classic song "Glory Days," which has to do with memories, immaturity and aging. In the song, the narrator talks about, "boring stories of glory days," in a hardscrabble Rust Belt town. As I've listened to the song over the years, I've started seeing interesting possibilities for a very nice erotic sto...
"Miss Shaw, you know better than to use your smart phone in class." "But, Professor, it was only a quick text. I didn't miss anything in your class," she replied. "The rules are the rules," he maintained. "You always seem to think your intelligence and smile will let you bend or break the rules. Not this time, Miss Shaw." He brought the paddle down on her...
This is a continuation of Alexia Accumulates Punishment. It involves activities with bodily waste. Please do not continue reading if this is not your scene. ----- My butt hole hurt so much! The butt plug was not only stretching me sideways but inside as well. I had never had something so huge in me before. And the itching was insane! Sitting with my leg...
Today was different. Today she wasn't going to. She watched her husband's steel-gray Jaguar pull slowly down the driveway. The summer sunlight glinted off the hubcaps as it backed into the street, reversed, and was gone. She supposed she had better clear away the breakfast dishes. Or maybe she'd take a break and read a magazine. Something to pass the time,...
At 27, Eva had been working at the Wizard for over a year. Having graduated from college when she was 22, she had not found work that was consistent with her background in business and marketing. Her youthful look tended to conceal her underlying intelligence; she instinctively knew more about business than most people her age. Her desire for success and for...
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of erotic fiction, the themes of which include interracial sex, cuckolding, and humiliation. If any of these themes are not to your taste, feel free to stop reading at this point. * Karen's fingers were shaking as she held the photograph, checking for the third time that she had brought it as she waited for James to answer the d...
Annie was a college junior who was very innocent and shy. She was a brunette, almost 5’5” tall and varied between 110 and 120 pounds. She was not a busty girl. Even as innocent as she was she wished her breasts were just a little bigger. She had spent most of her first two years at college studying and doing the best she could to learn everything needed for...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2004 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story is not intended to represent any particular Muslim pract...
I knew I was going to be punished, but like many subs, I still felt a need to resist, at least just a little. "I'm really sorry, Sir....but I only came because the pleasure of your fingers was too much for me," I said in a quiet voice. He looked down at me and smiled. I thought for a moment I might have won him over, but then he replied in a calm but stern...
*This is the final part in my Spring break journal write up. Hopefully everyone enjoyed it, please let me know what you thought. Maybe now that I'm done with this I'll try taking some fantasies of mine and writing some stories based on them. **This story contains adult content. If you are under 18 or easily offended, please do not read. Back Home Day 7...