“Author’s note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Angel Love for her editing to make this a better story.”
“Breathes there a man with soul so dead
He thrills not to the lushness of yon bottom ahead?
Breathes there a man so intent on his duty
That he cannot appreciate the beauty of a passing cutie?”
- Author Unknown
I was making my rounds in an electric cart of a local supermarket, picking up a few things for dinner, minding my own business … and keeping an eye out for a shapely bottom or a full-sized breast or just a pretty face when … I caught a glimpse of all three in the same jeans-and-vee-neck-blouse ahead of me. Read the rest of this entry »
*APRIL*
I guess I have a lot to thank Mrs. Johanssen for - not just the sex. She helped me get my act together; I went on to finish my graduate degree and I never looked back. Nowadays I’m a psych professor at a reputable college on the East Coast. It’s a pretty good gig; it sure beats working for a living.
As you probably imagine, it really happens; I’ve become accustomed to the young coeds approaching me. Some kind of nervous young thing shows up in my office and the pitch is always the same. “Oh, Professor, can I talk to you . . .” What follows is some kind of sob story about how she’s been too busy to complete the term project on time, or how she’d like a little assistance with the subject material; a little personal assistance, right? Read the rest of this entry »
Debbie woke up the next day determined to get some of what her boss was getting, Jake’s big cock in her. After showering, she went to get dressed. She picked out the sexiest bra and panties she owed. She put them on and looked at herself in the mirror. She unsuccessfully tried to push up her tits to form some cleavage.
“Damn these tiny things. How can I compete for Jake’s attention with these, when Trisha has those mammoth tits?” She thought to herself.
Feeling a bit defeated, she went to the closet and got out a skirt and blouse. She dressed and headed for the office. When she arrived, Trish was not there yet. She put her things away and started working. A short time later Trish arrived. Debbie looked up and couldn’t believe what she saw. Trish was dressed very sexily. Her skirt was short, her heels were high and her tits were on display. Read the rest of this entry »
Having watched the Dark Shadows revival series in the early 1990s, I remember the scene in one episode where the witch Angelique had placed a spell on Josette, who had been engaged to marry Barnabas but suddenly found herself so madly in love with his brother, Jeremiah, who was also under the same spell as Josette, that they consummated their desire for each other and eloped before anyone even knew what was happening. Because of the spell that had been placed on them, neither understood exactly what was happening to them, and yet they both used their free will to indulge in the illicit passions they found themselves engulfed in. Read the rest of this entry »
Dana didn’t know how long she actually did swim after fucking Jack that night, but her muscles ached by the time she finally got out of the pool. She had long since lost track of the number of laps as her mind was totally engaged with trying to attach a meaning and context to what she had just done.
By the time she got out of the pool she had convinced herself that what had happened was a momentary and meaningless carnal act. It was a byproduct of her ex-husband’s past lack of attention and not really her fault. It was a purely physical, lustful moment with no meaning or intent beyond that. She knew she needed to find a lover so she could feel those sensations again, but she also knew that she needed to find a more appropriate lover than one of her son’s teammates. Read the rest of this entry »
