It all started on an unseasonably warm winter day in the town of Cleveland, Ohio. The sun was standing high in the sky and beaming down it's bright rays. It was only 10:30 in the morning and yet, it had already reached a rather warm 65 degrees. Outside the birds were chirping loudly, but inside the Mizanin household a different series of events and noises we...
Ms Donnel had always been a hip college teacher. She wore clothes with black sharp corners and shiny metal buttons. English and theater was her teaching staple. Her true passion was in opening our minds to new information and experiences. Once in theatre class, she guided us through a yoga session. Mind you, this was at a time, when nobody really knew what...
Isabelle loved her job. She loved working with kids. It was stressful, yes, but satisfying. It was hard teaching young kids, in general, but add disabilities, and it was a new level of worry. Still, she collected the smiles she received from her pupils, and cashed in on the days when she made an honest break through. It was rewarding. She felt good. It also...
Note: though I do refer to some of the characters as "children," all of the characters in this story are over 18. "Goddammit Sam! Can you stop that!" Paul Archer has had enough. Every time he or his wife Claudia needs to find one of their children, they always wind up walking in on them masturbating. Whether it's Jeremy jerking off into h...
Despite being older than all the students in his year, Mark could not be said to be the most mature. He had barely gotten promoted to his second year in junior college. If he had failed, it would have been the third time in his academic life that he would have been retained. The school did not mind though, as Mark was an excellent rugby player. The longer th...
Mark had always had a thing for MILFs. I mean, who doesn't? There really is nothing like the sweet taboo fruit of checking out an older woman, especially when she sports an hourglass figure. The summer after he graduated college, Mark felt an increased, palpable attraction to the multiple hot moms he had the pleasure of knowing, but he had no idea how to a...
Paul, as usual on Tuesday was picking up his daughter from dance class on his way home from work. He generally got there early as he got off work a bit before her class ended. No one else was in the waiting area when he got there, but this class had mostly older students who had their own cars, and he was pretty early anyway. At first, he sat to wait, liste...
Ok, so this one is different for me. The idea just hit me and I went with it. Hope you like it. I parked a couple of rows back and about a dozen spaces over from my wife's car, with an unobstructed view of the front door to the Happy Life Yoga Studio. I watched her enter the building, dressed in a pair of skin-tight, pink Lululemon exercise pants and matchi...
Reversal. Slowed action. Limbo. Taking your time. Dancing to a different drummer. Spiritual attunement. Now is a time to pause and suspend activity. You need to reevaluate your attitudes, goals, and priorities while remaining true to your spiritual values. Time appears to be moving slowly and you may feel like you are in a state of suspended animation. -Taro...
This is the first part of a story following Kent Wiltshire and his journey from an independent man to a submissive slave girl. Please let me know what you think, and if there is any themes you would like to see incorporated in the future. ***** My name is Kent, I'm 22 years old and live in a two-room apartment in Stanley, Idaho. It's a small city, with ju...