“Everyone on the bus,” yelled Ms. McCarthy. Ian couldn’t understand why she was yelling, as there were only five students in the class. The class was senior geography, and the five students were the only seventeen year olds in the school that were dedicated to the subject. The small group of students piled onto the…
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP I awoke with an annoyed groan, leaning over to hit the “dismiss” button on my alarm clock. The luminescent green numbers shining through the darkness, heralding the start of my usual 7 am day. With a huff, I slipped back onto my pillow, willing myself not to surrender to the lure…
Waking up with a devious grin on my face, I make my way downstairs and casually stroll into the kitchen. As I hunt for something worth eating in the cupboards, I begin to feel as if I’m being watched from behind, but just before I have the time to pick myself up and turn around…
To his right was a brand new box of man-sized tissues and a small bottle of baby oil, Harry’s favourite lubricant. To his left was a small digital alarm clock, correct to within one second. He sat on the edge of his bed, anxiously wringing his hands as he watched the time tick by ever…
Sunday morning, Bill was full of smiles. Shirley had noticed the open curtain, and the thought of showing off turned her on. Bill didn’t think she had seen me, and I didn’t correct him. He knew, however, that the thought of being seen turned her on. I asked him about his lack of protection, and…
“Spit it out,” Mr. Miller said roughly, “You know it’s true.” Mr. Lee sighed. “I already told you, I wasn’t flirting with Palmer! I mean really now, Bill, this is getting ridiculous. You think that I, a teacher, would think about any student of mine like that?” Bill Miller laughed derisively. “Well, that explains why…
My name is Will; I’m 5 foot 8” and nicely toned with blonde hair and deep green eyes. I’m 18 and recently finished my A levels. This story is about an encounter I had with my English teacher, Mrs Richards. Mrs Richards was hot, and I mean ridiculously hot. She was petite, and no taller…
Usually I love summer. An enthusiastic sun-worshipper, I am also addicted to being the object of admiration under any circumstances, and my body in a bikini is certain to attract attention from any red-blooded male within view. As a result, I like to spend my summers in tropical locales where I can live in a…
Many years ago, when I was thirty-five years old and my wife Joan was thirty-two, we decided to hike a section of the Appalachian Trial; starting in Hot Springs, North Carolina, and heading north. We lived in Knoxville, Tennessee at the time, so it was only a short drive to our Hot Springs starting point….
My wife, Eva, and I are now in our fifties, and we don’t have a very active sex life anymore, especially since Eva went through menopause several years ago. However, I do have wonderful memories of our sexual experiences from when we were younger. This story is about an event that took place on a…
I’m awakened to the feel of the silk blindfold being lowered over my eyes. I mumble and stir, and my lover’s quiet voice hushes me. “Shh, just you relax. We’re going to play another little game this morning,” he tells me. “mmmmm” is my sleepy reply. His games are always exciting, and through my grogginess…
Remember those high-school Friday nights? Sitting in the car in the driveway, the radio playing on low—the conversation faltering as you tried to prolong the pleasure of your date’s company.  Remember wondering when the kiss would happen?  How did those days disappear so quickly?  If you’re like me, and high-school was more…