End of Exams – Part 1 Samantha’s last exam is at 10:00am Saturday morning. She has been studying hard, trying to put together the concepts in her mind. I have always admired how hard she works at the things that interest her. I have been working hard, too. I am planning an end-of-exams surprise for…
Houlihan lingered overeach shot for several minutes. He had never faced this situation before in his life. He was enraged and shocked and totally turned on. He had a thing for young girls, and even being in his mid twenties, never seemed to show interest in anyone his own age. He despised slutty women, yet…
In the earlier story of Nora and Cal (Nora69 and Frogprince Date), they met for the first time when Cal was sent to Pittsburgh for his work. They met on as noraj69 and frogprince, emailed, cybered, exchanged photos and got to know each other very well. Cal lived in San Francisco CA and worked as…
Natalie was skinny dipping using my pool, completely oblivious to the fact I was just around the corner. I was on the phone to my girlfriend and having a cigarette. Natalie was one of my closest friends, She had turned nineteen just a few days ago. āYou can never seem to get her out of…
“You,” Jason said sternly to his wife, “asked me to do this. Go get the brush.” “Wait, let’s talk about this,” Megan replied. “We did. I didn’t want to do this. But you convinced me that it’s what you want.” “Yes, but this isn’t what it looks like.” “No? You didn’t say last week, I…
23 year old Nikki Pearson had eagerly agreed to meet up with her ex-Headmistress to be disciplined in her Study. It was educational for her ex-Headmistress, Mrs Sally Denver , who had been shocked to be told by Nikki how when at school she had been naughty on purpose so that she was disciplined more…
Janet Turner never had any luck with men. She knew it from first grade, when she had to ask one of her male classmates to chase her out on the playground. The other boys chased the girls around, but no one chased Janet around. So she asked a boy, Danny Sprinkle, to chase her. He…
I was standing at the window holding my wife Susie close to me as the clock ticked. The alarm went off at exactly the right time, but to our horror the world didnāt end. We held each other for a full five minutes but still life went on. We had to accept the truth of…
“You’re on,” Deborah said. “Unfortunately we won’t be able to watch it live,” Chris responded, “So I’ll Tivo it. We’ll just avoid any news on the way home.” Chris and Deb had a reoccurring bet since they started dating. Chris was from Washington D.C. and a Redskins fan while Deb grew up in New York,…
It was just starting to drizzle as Todd made his way across the street. The wind was picking up, signalling an approaching storm. As he neared the curb on theĀ oppositeĀ side of the street he noticed what appeared to be a small diary or notebook lying on one of the metal rungs of the street drain….
This current stay with Auntie Beryl had been eventful certainly, on only my first or second day I had been made to strip and was caned by Aunty and her friends all because of a stolen biscuit and broken plate. She wasn’t even my real Auntie, just a friend of my Mum’s we used to…
If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it. But there it was, a big hand written sign on the plate glass window, GOING OUT OF BUSINESS. I sat in the car, staring in disbelief. Lexi must be heart broken for sure I thought to myself. She poured her life…
I love visiting our special place, our private holiday. Just me and you. Where we can be together. The sun is beaming down on us as we lay on the beach, drinking and giggling. You rub suntan cream into my body and I feel little electric shocks tingling through my body whenever you touch me….
Your restraints are red and your blindfold is blue, but tonight my darling, someone else will punish you! He led her slowly to the chair, guided her into a 180 degree turn and helped her sit down. Her breathing was heavy; he could see her breasts rising and falling and he was tempted to touch…
I glanced nervously over my shoulder. The silence of the library was eerie under these circumstances. I was failing my history course this semester and rumors were often whispered about my lecturer, Paul Jones. I paced the history corner where I had been told to meet him and anxiously flattened my inappropriately short skirt. I…
