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My sister Kate and I were seventeen, twins, and in our junior year of high school. That's where our similarities ended. She was popular, athletic, outgoing, and had lots of friends. I was her polar opposite: nerdy, socially awkward, only a handful of friends. Pretty much irrelevant in our school's world. The only thing I knew I had going for me right from day one of high school was my brain. I was smart. Really smart. Top-of-the-class smart. But as high school dragged on, I found I had...
TeenThe memo on the information board in the foyer was a request for volunteer tutors. As I had a light schedule in this semester of college, I decided to attend the information session and see what's involved. There were a dozen others in the room as they discussed the need for tutors to assist immigrant students with their English language skills and studies. I signed up and was told to report back the next day to meet my student.I was both pleased and surprised to meet Jahzara. She was a young...
MILFIt's mid July and school is out and to earn a little extra cash I have begun tutoring a few students in need of help. So far I have been working with three students, two girls and one boy. They come to my home for two to three hours on different days to get help with thier studies. Today is Wednesday and Marcie is scheduled for the afternoon for help with her anatomy class. She has been here three times so far, but she's running late today. When she arrived I showed her in and we were getting...
I'd remained on campus during Spring Break along with a few otherstudents. My roommate Jason, had gone home to Boston for a couple of weeks,leaving me with some quiet time. I'd planned to catch up on an essay I waspreparing for one of my classes. I went down to the kitchen to get some ice before I settled down tostudy. As I went through the living area, I spotted Kevin King, talking toone of the other guys in my Frat. He looked up nodded then winked at me. Iretrieved a bucket of ice from the...
It has been a while since I tutored, most of my time lately had been taken up with setting up the business with my partner and dealing directly with clients. The next step in growing the business was to take on new staff either as employed or contract depending on where they were. My partner was only a business partner but she had carried out deep tissue massage on me a few times and her hands new exactly what they were doing with my body. That was the message I was trying to get across when I...
story starts under the line, I don't usually write taboo stuff, I don't even read it, but like an hour ago, when I decided I should write a new story(this whole thing was written edited and submitted in less than an hour, and I sure as hell won't revisit it) this brother sister thing just came to me, and if you don't like that kind of thing, I'm sorry, please don't read this story.Here we go:------------------------------------------------Ted was masturbating in his room, looking at some porn...
At the end of a long week, I opened up my email to find a message in my inbox with the subject "Feedback." I clicked it open. It was from someone who called themselves "DeLuxious." In the message, DeLuxious introduced herself as an admirer of my erotic short stories. She said she was an English and art major, and she wanted to know if I could help her with a story she was writing for one of her classes. I had never thought of myself as a tutor, much less an accomplished wordsmith, but I...
I was 34 years old when my life changed forever. My name is Sara and I am teacher in a Midwestern school. I was teaching introduction to algebra to a class full of 18 year olds. As in every class there was one boy that just didn't get the math. He was persistent and determined but he just didn't get it. He would do extra work and would even stay after school for instruction but no matter what I tried he just couldn't figure it out.The boy's name was Todd. He was small, skinny and kinda plain....
I've never had much luck with women. It's not that I'm unattractive – my looks are average at worst. I stand at about 5'11, with blonde hair, green eyes and a slightly muscular build. It's just that since I was a freshman in high school, I've loved computers. My mother bought me an old computer from one of her work friends and from the minute I turned it on, I immersed myself in the world of computer electronics – programming, hardware, web design - anything that interested me. Needless...
It was a Thursday after school it was 4:00, my parents were at work so I was home alone, suddenly I heard a knock on the door so I answered the door it was my math tutor. My math tutor was a big black man but very smart he had glasses and talked like a rich white man, he was very nice and extremely smart. So invited him in and he sat down so I said to him: I'll go grab my backpack I'll be right back, okay. So on my way back into the living room suddenly my saggy pants fell down dammit I...
GayContinuing from My Daughter’s Tutor III, told from the tutor’s POV. If you don’t remember, my name is Amber. For over a year, I had tutored a young woman named Sofie. One day, I came over, and Sofie wasn’t there. Long story short, I ended up fucking Sofie’s mom, Roxanne. That developed into a great relationship. That also meant that I would have to be replaced, as Sofie’s tutor though. Roxanne had gotten her a male tutor for the next semester of college. I don’t know why, but it was just not...
My parents noticed how Tom and seemed to stop fighting almost overnight. About two weeks after we started fucking we'd learned to avoid petty little spats completely. "I'm so glad you two are learning to love each other." "Oh that we are Mom," I told her. Tom looked like he was biting his tongue. We learned to value the privacy we had. But we knew that we would be sooo dead if Mom and Dad knew what was going on. So we limited our games to immediately after school. We never played if...
Last summer, Christy decided that shewanted to go back to school. Having only a high school education, she wanted a career, not just a job. Enrolling at the local university, she chose to educate herself in computer science. She lived in a small town, and with limited funds, Christy was only able to afford the community college. Her decision to return to school was made late in the summer, so only a few core classes were left to take, as the majority of the selection was already booked....
This story involves Domination, BDSM, face sitting, lesbians, group, etc enjoy!This little story is about me meeting a girl named Madison; she’s 19 years old. She moved to Ireland with her mother and step sister Brittany, they were from America and came here since their mother had some love problems and needed work. Madison is bisexual and single, Brittany was also bisexual but is in a lesbian relationship with her best friend Abby, and they practically lived together.She moved into my town and...
Last summer, Christy decided that shewanted to go back to school. Having only a high school education, she wanted a career, not just a job. Enrolling at the local university, she chose to educate herself in computer science. She lived in a small town, and with limited funds, Christy was only able to afford the community college. Her decision to return to school was made late in the summer, so only a few core classes were left to take, as the majority of the selection was already booked....
MatureThe Bedsit A Short Story By Maryanne Peters "I have good news," he said. "There is still no room at my place, but you can at a bedsit just down the hall from us. And better still the rent is minimal." Harry seemed pleased with himself. "What's the catch?" I asked. London was a hard place to find anything, let alone in his location. "Well, the room is already occupied, so storage space is limited," said Harry. "But the tenant is away for an extended period. Your rent...
…Alley stroked his hard member, and watched it harden even more… Mr. Roberts’ groans encouraged her to further explore. One hand was stroking, while the other hand really was exploring, near his sac. Upon reaching his balls, she felt his hand push her long hair behind her ear then lift her chin so he could see her face. Alley,’ he gasped. ‘Alley… I… I… ‘ BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! She slammed her hand down on the annoying alarm clock, shutting it off, and cursed it in her head. He was just about...
A month had passed since I taught Sam how to handle a cock. She told me that she had jerked Oliver off 10 times since then and I was honestly a little jealous until she let me know that it was time for her next lesson. I'm going to pick up the story with what should have been the ending of Part 1 but reliving that first day with Sam had me shooting a huge load before I even finished telling the story. I walked Sam to her car from the library. We exchanged a somewhat awkward hug after what had...
My friend's little sister Samantha was nervous about pleasing her first boyfriend and asked me to help give her some hands on experience during the course of their relationship. All of my stories are true accounts of my experiences. If you haven't read the story about my first time with Nancy, check it out. Otherwise some quick background: I'm a 32 year old Asian-American engineer. I went to college only about 10 minutes from where I went to high school which led to a number of story worthy...
Chapter 1 I've worked with Marie at the insurance company for just over two years now and we've become really good friends. It's a big company, we're at the world headquarters, and there are thousands of people working there. Marie is somewhat older than I am, I'm twenty-three, she's thirty-four, we're both single and she has a fifteen-year old son, Robbie. Marie doesn't talk much about her former husband but I know he cheated on her a lot and even hit her a few times when he got...
We’re in the boring, flat, concrete car park, surrounded by boring family cars, looking at the boring red-brick buildings that combine to form the Beddingham International School. But here comes the excitement... She’s sexy, with a fuck-me-but-don’t-fuck-with-me face and long blonde hair is swept around to the side of her head and hangs infront of one shoulder. Her accent, friendly southern English but with a distinct Eastern European edge. “Hello, and welcome to a new series of ‘The...
I woke up again in a damp puddle. My pussy was so sticky and aroused, it literally itched. My clit was pointing also and highly sensitive, so sensitive, it pulsed inward and outward when I touched it. I could feel my fleshy curtains full of heat and highly ruffled, like they were waiting to part for something hard. God, sometimes I wished I was not so sexual. As soon as I turned sixteen, the hormones waged war inside my body, and all I craved was sex. Even when I could not have it, I always...
I woke up again in a damp puddle. My pussy was so sticky and aroused, it literally itched. My clit was pointing also and highly sensitive; so sensitive, it pulsed inward and outward when I touched it. I could feel my fleshy curtains full of heat and highly ruffled, like they were waiting to part for something hard. God, sometimes I wished I was not so sexual. As soon as I turned sixteen, the hormones waged war inside my body, and all I craved was sex. Even when I could not have it, I always...
MasturbationMy current live-in girlfriend, Cara, and I were sitting down to an intimate Friday evening candlelight dinner, which we then planned to develop into a romantic candlelit evening in our bed. We had just made a major purchase which had been delivered that morning, a spectacular reproduction mahogany four poster Victorian bed. We had every intention of inaugurating it tonight. Cara is about my age, 40 something, around 5’5” and 140 pounds, with shoulder length wavy brunette hair. She is extremely...
Group SexIt was Solstice Eve, and Queen Genevieve had a headache. It had been a long day and she wasn't really looking forward to the long tedious evening of celebrations that the Winter Solstice always turned out to be. The festivals and late night feasting were always tiresome, all the peasants and noise that the celebrations brought into the castle grounds, her head pounded with a sharp pain at the thought. The King had opened the castle to an even wider range of people this year. Her husband's...
Disobedience Disobedience My name is Margaret. I am 24 years old, I live in the south of England and I am married to a wonderful man. I was brought up in a conservative family and I was a virgin when I got married. I did not really think that I was unworldly, but my knowledge of sex in marriage did not prepare me for the reality. I knew that couples enjoyed doing other things than straightforward intercourse. For example I had heard of oral sex. I thought that meant that I might be...
Ever since I'd moved in I'd hated Amy's bedding. I don't dislike blue but it was a very 'boyish' colour and wasn't really fitting of our new relationship and living arrangements. We needed to have something we both liked. I smiled to myself as I hatched a plan to change them without Amy noticing. She had no idea what I had planned but I knew she was going to love it! "Bye Katie," she said one morning. "Bye Amy, have a fab day," I replied. "See you later." I kissed, hugged and smiled at her as...
LesbianDISCLAIMER: I'D ADVISE READING CHAPTER ONE-FOUR AHEAD OF THIS. Chapter 5 Disobedience It had been just over a week since the call had gone out, M-Day had arrived, and every single woman in the country had lost all rights. So if I was to see a random woman in the street, I was legally able to walk up to her and do whatever the fuck I wanted. If she fought back, I was well within my rights to snuff her on the spot. The night before, my Hot! As! Fuck! Sister Kelly had sneaked out of the...
Authors Note: ‘The Rachel Chronicles’ is a multi-part series of stories involving the titular character (a young woman named Rachel) and her various sexual adventures. The stories are themed mainly around oral sex, with the occasional tale involving other forms of sexual activity. Each chapter is somewhat lengthy and detailed and it is my hope that such detail will provide a richer experience for you readers as you truly get an intensive look inside Rachel’s head. Further, the stories are...
Johnny Goodwin was not having a good day to begin with, and whenever you weren’t having a good day, early in the day, on a Friday you knew things really sucked. So things started with the ever oppressive heat, and his absolute hatred of anyone who mentioned the subject, and it all went downhill from there for the rest of the day. Or at least so it seemed at the very beginning. The heat was what started everything going. It was near the end of April and already the temperature in the...
A guy and a girl share a studio apartment. I’d been apartment hunting in a half-hearted way for a couple of weeks without any luck. So now I had to go at it more seriously. I took the afternoon off and looked at five places. The last one was only a studio, but it was in a pretty good location, just three blocks from work. A girl had come to see it too, and the manager showed it to both of us at the same time. What can you say about a studio apartment? It had a bathroom, a kitchenette, a...
I recently received my doctorate degree in Ancient Middle East History, and my wife Lindsay and I moved to the Midwest United States for me to take a professorship at a university there. My name is Ed, and we were both 30 years old at the time of this story. I started mid-year, and would not have a class until after the Christmas break, so the university sponsored a 10 day research vacation for us in Jordan before school reconvened. My dissertation was on Arabic culture, and I knew that as a...
Life is good. I’m not making tons of money or creating the most challenging projects, and that is okay, but my marriage is good, although the sex is marital sex. That means I have sex, but it isn’t wild and dangerous, passionate, frequent enough, nor do we do it with as much experimentation or variety as I want. But we still do it, and there is lot’s of it. We have read Open Marriage and talked about some of the possibilities of bringing another person into our sex life. I wonder a lot about...
The head housekeeper called all the slave girls together into the kitchen. ‘The Master has just received word that a member of the Senate will be spending the night with us. He had planned to travel through the night, but a wheel has broken on one of his wagons, so he will be stopping here.’ She looked sternly at us all. ‘This is a big opportunity for the Master to make a good impression, so we have a lot of work ahead of us.’ With that she began handing out tasks, and as each girl received...
I had done it for thirty years till I could do it no longer. Being a massage ther****t can be a paradoxical thing. You give and give, taking away everyone else’s pain only to suffer all their pains yourself. That was ten years ago. Since that time I had gone from learning to walk again after the back injury, to jogging fifty feet, to running sub seven minute miles. All was going well in my life until the virus came around. That was when very thing closed up. Everyone mandated to stay at home....
At thirty-seven, Jeff was still looking to find his way in life. He had barely graduated from high school and was adrift after graduation. In his late teens, he was low on ambition and had only two skills that he could count on. One was fucking. He was good at fucking. The other was plumbing. The two were somewhat related. His step-dad had a plumbing business, and Jeff worked with him after leaving high school. They didn't get along. His step-dad spent more time at the bar screwing the barmaid...
Straight SexThe head housekeeper called all the slave girls together into the kitchen. "The Master has just received word that a member of the Senate will be spending the night with us. He had planned to travel through the night, but a wheel has broken on one of his wagons, so he will be stopping here." She looked sternly at us all. "This is a big opportunity for the Master to make a good impression, so we have a lot of work ahead of us." With that she began handing out tasks, and as each girl received her...
Straight SexHello dear readers…..I am from Gujarat…I don’t want to tell who am i? Because here no one gives their real identity…I just say you I am 30 years old, 5”6 heights and slightly fair have good looking face and physically well fit …before starting the story I just want to say read full story and be passion in this story because this one is not a fake story, It’s a real life incidence which I am going to tell you… First I want to tell you I am a big fan of ISS and I read the entire story especially...
Life is good. I’m not making tons of money or creating the most challenging projects, and that is okay, but my marriage is good, although the sex is marital sex. That means I have sex, but it isn’t wild and dangerous, passionate, frequent enough, nor do we do it with as much experimentation or variety as I want. But we still do it, and there is lot’s of it. We have read Open Marriage and talked about some of the possibilities of bringing another person into our sex life. I wonder a lot about...
Straight SexSlowly, my fingers slide down... lower. Just the tips of my nails brushing my flesh, softly. Tracing a circle around my hardening nipples... not touching them. I think back to that day... that wonderful morning filled with making love WITH you. A soft gasp escapes my lips. I know that My Master would not be pleased to know that I was thinking of pleasing myself without His permission, but I will pay the price. The thoughts of being with Him overcome me. I am unable to resist the desires, no...
Pet had a new assignment last night. Certainly video reinforcement of her slutty sissy desires was on the agenda. But this time, she used multiple neural pathways for her reinforcement.http://xhamster.com/movies/2078893/sissy_boi_gif_training_3_sexy_time_by_dressmeuptoplay.htmlA very nice hypnotic trainer, with lots of flashers and captions. But... i wonder? What do ALL those captions really say?Thanks to pet... we now...
They talk about sink-schools, but not sink-colleges.We were a sink-college.When one of the Sunday papers published a Higher Education league-table, we were placed literally bottom - plum-spang bottom - of the whole of the East Midlands region.It was the nosedive moment. Parents took their teenagers off the applicants' list. Heads of Department resigned, one after the other. Anyone with anywhere to go, went. And it was painfully obvious that these included any woman remotely worth looking...
Greetings to all! Get started reading my experience, I take the responsibility of providing you a glimpse into the power of honesty and love-making. April 2 Today is my wedding night– the day I had fantasized all my teenage, all my early twenties, at 26 here I am, getting ready to be wed-locked. It’s 6PM and guests would soon start coming for the wedding function. Dear diary, I would get in touch with you soon. April 3 10PM Dear Diary, I’ve become a husband. Yes. Still can’t believe, in the...
I recently received my doctorate in Ancient Middle East History, and my wife Lindsay and I moved to the Midwest United States for me to take a professorship at a university there. My name is Ed, and we were both thirty years old at the time of this story. I started mid-year, and would not have a class until after the Christmas break, so the university sponsored a ten day research vacation for us in Jordan before school reconvened.My dissertation is on Arabic culture, and I knew that as a new...
CuckoldA very short tale based on the movie. No infringement intended. (By the way the movie is just so-so but Elizabeth Hurley looks great, like something Steve Zink would write.) If anyone is offended - its not my fault - the devil made me do it! This was written in a hurry, I didn't even ask Steve to edit for me as its so slight, but I hope fun. Bewitched and Bedazzled by Eric Hopeless inept Nerd that he was Elliot was steamed at the devil. The incredibility beautiful woman smiled at...
I was trapped and happy. Happy wasn't the right world. Comfortable was. A wall only a few inches high had thwarted me, and the floor felt like a thousand ice cubes at room temperature. If I wasn't so sleepy all the time, I don't know how I could deal with the boredom between the time he wakes up and the time he gets home. I smiled, thinking of my master's touch... oh, how I wish I wouldn't. I really should hate him for making me into a mere decoration within his home, a past time, but......
"Happy Birthday, Mike!"I blinked my eyes and tried to focus.My mother and sister Tina were seated at the kitchen table having breakfast.Groggily, I took a chair next to my sister Tina.After work last night, a few of the guys and I went out and partied a bit. I wasn't quite hung over, but I wasn't ready for more than just a cup of strong hot coffee.My sister Tina jumped out of her seat and went to fetch my favorite mug. It was one that she'd given me the previous year on my last birthday. The...
ObedianceI I am writing this by candlelight in a basement. ?Basement? is too glorified a term; ?dungeon? would be more accurate. There is a stone floor, a wooden bench, a pole, and a gymnastic horse. This is not my house. I don’t know the name of the man who owns it; I was given to him last night by another man whom I was given to by my Master earlier in the week. My ankle is chained to the pole. I write these words because I just had to let someone know what is happening to me. I...
by DarkRide Chapter 1 - Nathan in decline COVID had hit hard. Like so many others, I lost my job, and soon my self esteem as well, with the only money coming into our house being from my wife Shona's admin job, and even our son Mike contributing most of his pay check from his job at Mcdonalds to help keep the roof over our heads. Initially I applied for literally hundreds of jobs, but so did thousands of other people. Rejection after rejection followed; not even 1 interview despite years...
CAUTION! This is a very dark story with an even uglier ending. It’s pretty damn sick if I’m honest. Not at all like my usual stuff; there’s no love or romance at all in this black tale of cheating, deceit and revenge. I don’t like any of the characters, and I don’t think you will either. Be warned. If you hate BTB stories, please don’t even start reading this one. And don’t then bitch at me when you do hate it – it’s your fault for not heeding this warning. My wife was killed and my...
Jim and I had gotten to the Bend It around 8:30 p.m. that night. We had met some guys from work for a beer at another bar around six and were not ready to go home. We were usually in the Bend It four or five nights a week, depending, so we were readily known by the regulars and of course Ray, the bartender. We said high to a half dozen people we knew and nodded to some we had seen before. We stood at the bar drinking our beers. Jim was talking to Ray about some redhead who had been in last...
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Booming laughter filled the big office like helium pressing the wall of a balloon threatening flight and nearing explosion. Henry Igor Miller the Fifth, or Prince Hal--soon to be Henry V once his dad finally kicked the bucket--extinguished the image of the threesome, two Joes and a Gina, from his state of the art laptop. The endless vigil would continue elsewhere in the Connecticut castle grounds. Well paid and trusted minions had the boring task of observing the FITZ and their company of...
“I’m not good at this either,” Walker complained, Fig releasing another frustrated scent as he struggled to fit a piece of armor onto an increasingly irritated Drone. They had run him through seemingly every job in the factory, as if they were struggling to find a place for him in the hive. Walker still didn’t understand what the point of all this was. They couldn’t possibly need the manpower, why go to such lengths to integrate him? Was this how the Borealans felt when they first arrived on...
Over the next few days, Master Lee watches over them as she leads them through the process of cultivating their bodies. They have been practicing Body Cultivation for months now, but not to the extent they will be during this trip. The first day they work within the formation of power that Master Lee had set up without any kind of pill or other concoction to assist them. The second day, Master Lee adds to it by slowly heating the ground under them. It isn’t comfortable, but they place their...
I lay on my bed spooned against a pillow wondering if it was possible for me to be any more of an asshole. It wasn’t just Ella. It was Alice. And Angie. And all the other women I’d met on this ‘big adventure’ of mine. Did I even have room in my life for a ‘real’ relationship? The pillow wasn’t answering. I couldn’t have heard it through my sobs even if it had. I’d been two years on the road. I was thinking I needed to take it easy for a while. Maybe even hide. I got myself online and...
Lucy was done for the day, and once her make-up had been removed and she was back in street clothes, they climbed into the Mustang and drove back to Glendale. They made a stop at a strip mall to buy the makings of the planned barbecue and had a sandwich lunch at a coffee shop, before driving to Lucy’s house to unload. It was three o’clock by then but since Early would not arrive before five-thirty, they decided to make the four-mile trip to Wildwood Canyon. After parking the car, they hiked...
“Angel, I need you to wake up. Come on, now. You aren’t hurt. You just fainted. Wake up, Angel of Mercy.” Somewhere in the distance behind Ernie’s voice I could hear sirens. Someone had at least called the police when the shooting started. Shooting! That woke me up. I could hear Ernie’s voice, so he was alive. He said I wasn’t hurt. That left ... I pushed myself up with Ernie’s help and my eyes tracked instantly to the two crumpled bodies on the sidewalk. The black Cadillac was gone....