” Letter from the author: This story is about a young man who dominates older vulnerable women. If you find this offensive please find another story. Comments are welcome and e-mail feedback is always appreciated.
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The next class session that Jake had with Keri was a couple days later. There was going to be a test. Jake saw Keri enter the class and noticed she was wearing a skirt as always. However, as she sat down he noticed that he could not see a blouse under her business jacket. He wondered to himself if she was naked under it. Keri passed out the test and returned to her desk. She seemed to have a little more wiggle in her movements today. Read the rest of this entry »
It was simply called The Club, something that the members often joked about. It was a total lack of creativity, just the thing one would expect from an organization founded by mining engineers well over a hundred years ago now. Then the bankers had taken it over, eventually joined by lawyers and doctors, until The Club was the premier social organization in the city. You had to be invited in by another member, and then screened by a board. The fee was exorbitant, but the connections, access, and perks it bought were well worth it. Or so everybody that was a member tried to convince themselves. Read the rest of this entry »
Teenage boy’s girl is left unsatisfied, leaving stepfather no choice but to stoke the fire himself.
It was an early day for me. I’d left the client’s office with a task list and intended on spending the next three or four hours at home, outlining the project. Depending upon the workload, and whether or not the client really needed me to do the work on-site, I’d often cut loose early and take the work home, where I could concentrate uninterrupted for the rest of the afternoon. This started out to be one of those afternoons, but transformed quickly into a day I’d remember for the rest of my life. Read the rest of this entry »
It had been a long, bumpy flight, I hadn’t slept, and I was feeling skeevy around the edges. Needed something to hone that edge off, so I stopped at an old friend’s up in Laurel Canyon before going to my hotel and picked up a few joints. Decent stuff, but I wished I’d brought my tin from New York – unfortunately, not with airport security these days.
Anyway, I checked into my room up at the Four Seasons– the quietest place when I’m in town on business. It was about 9 in the evening, midnight east coast time, and I had meetings tomorrow. Just enough time to light up a bone and kill a few brain cells on the balcony before drifting into slumberland. Read the rest of this entry »
Inga and her friends showed up at the club around 10PM, when the party was already in full swing. They’d taken extra time getting ready, their newly-tanned skin exposed by their sexiest outfits. Inga was wearing a black top that revealed the cool valley formed by her magnifient breasts. Eye contact might be a problem tonight, but getting attention from the boys wouldn’t.
The club had a big dance floor inside, but most of the action was outside on the enormous wooden deck that projected out onto the beach. They went to the bar out on the deck and tried to buy a drink, but a quartet of relatively good-looking guys saw them walk up and insisted on buying the first round. Each of them took turns looking at Inga, and then her breasts, and in time one of them separated himself and started putting the moves on her. Read the rest of this entry »
“This story is basically a romantic memory as told to a psychotherapist. I have placed it into the mature category, but I will warn the readers that it contains a fair amount of bondage fetish and one anal scene.”
*Chapter One*
“Annie is my 2 o’clock here yet?” Dr Janet Waters released the button on the intercom.
“Not yet. Shall I send him in when he gets here?” Annie replied.
“Yes please.” Janet Waters released the intercom button and took a glance out the window. Fall colors were beginning to emerge on the hillsides surrounding Salt Lake City. Moving her eyes to the traffic four floors below her office window, Janet thought that perhaps the heavier than usual traffic on the streets below were causing her next patient to run a little behind schedule. And of course the parking in the downtown area had become such a hassle. She returned her attention to the sparsely populated lines on the client information sheet on the desk blotter before her. George Runyan. Age 76. He was referred through a family practice physician that she was unfamiliar with, and other than an address out in Pleasant Grove and a phone number, she had little to speculate on. Just as Janet turned her eyes back to the foothills, she heard a stirring in the waiting room. Subsequently there came a light knock on her office door, and the entry of George Runyan. Read the rest of this entry »
