Dear Reader: The first story generated over 100,000 hits and so many requests for a sequel that I had to give in. I hope you like it as much as the first one. I still cleaned Mrs. Johnson’s pool each week. She was the lady next door, and two months ago she taught me how to fuck. Wow! When you’re a horny eighteen-year-old and an even hornier forty-five year-old teaches you how to fuck you are very grateful indeed. I was also grateful because she taught me how to get into the pants of my girlfriend, Susie. Susie was the best-looking gal in school and she was going to the…

A Dad’s Fantasy Chapter 4 This is a fictional story. A few of the people are based off real people in my life. Their names have been changed to protect all involved. If this was a perfect world, and I could have a genie in a bottle or an amulet that granted my wishes I might actually wish for this. Otherwise, this is all just my personal fantasy that I find therapeutic to express and share. This is a continuation of A Dad’s Fantasy. She reached back pulling herself to me and meeting me in a kiss as I supported her weight by cupping and massaging her breasts. Her own…

Kyle was stuck in the bedroom of his apartment, because out in the main room his roommate Matt was arguing loudly with his girlfriend Renee. It was their usual argument, Matt wanted to have sex and Renee wanted them to wait a little longer, he thought that if she really loved him she’d sleep with him but Renee was a virgin and wanted to make sure that she gave it to the perfect guy. Kyle thought it was probably mostly the fact that Matt thought Renee might not think that he was the perfect guy that had him so wound up, Matt was his best friend but he definitely tended…

Lock the doors and board the windows. A storm is coming. The sky breaks with cries, a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder in the night. Rain falls down like tears. A storm is coming that no one can escape. Tears are falling from the darkness and Blood rises Something waits within the shadows. An army in the night that is hidden from the light. Save them all. Speak your name and claim your power! I shoot up from the darkness. The darkness surrounds my room. My hand shoots out and I feel that familiar lamp. I’m in my room. That dream! My name? Why is it always…

The scope of this story is too wide for this to be submitted in one piece and placed in any one category. What I plan to do is offer “Mary’s Evolution” in a series of stories that stand alone, with the content of the story reflected in the category it is submitted in. ……………. Chapter One: Sometimes he gives me the creeps. “Who gives you the creeps?” Mary asked, as she watched her friend close the bedroom door behind them. “My dad,” Brianna replied, peeling off her clothes as they got ready for bed. The bedroom had been shared by Brianna and her sister, but after Bryce had gone off…

We had been lovers for at least six months. I loved his demanding passion, and he clearly loved my neediness. We usually fell into each others arms the moment he walked through the door, and most of the time we were screwing long before we made it to the bedroom. The sofa and chairs in the living room, the floor in every room, kitchen table, washing machine, shower, bathroom sink…we landed on whatever was closest. He likes to fuck hard, and he has great stamina, so we go for hours sometimes. I love the way he pounds my pussy until it hurts. I love that every time I move for…

It would be a lie to say that I had not been turned-on by events of the day, after seeing my roommate Sandra have a wee in the open college grounds. Having been caught having a leak of my own by one of the teachers had initially been a shock but it had been the same teacher who had suggested that the fun had yet to begin. The hours of my first day had flown by with a brief guide around the local buildings before attending a welcome meeting that had dragged on for way too long, my attention drifting elsewhere. For starters, I was beginning to question my sexuality.…

So many new experiences were coming at me all at one time that I was having problems processing them. A college freshman – finally! But all the daydreams about busting loose were tempered because I was also in the seminary. We weren’t cloistered, but we sure did not have the opportunities that most college students have. Of course, the seminary was an all-boys school, but we also attended the nearby secular university for requisite college courses for our various seminary-related majors: psychology, philosophy, etc. One bright spot was Saturday evenings, believe it or not. The day before church day we were not only allowed to go and visit the city…

This is the true story of my second strangling of a young woman. The only difference between Nicole and Tina is that this wasn’t a rape/murder. There have been five women/girls to date that I have snuffed and I am currently talking to a sixth one. I don’t know yet whether she will make it or not but I will let you know. In the mean time here is the story of my encounter with Tina. A few months after I strangled Nicole on that cool fall evening, the urges began to get strong again. Since Nicole, I was involved in two short-term relationships with women that I knew from…

I stared at the clock waiting for the next few minutes to pass before the bell would ring and my students would hand in their tests and go to their next class. I leaned back in my chair and tried to relax even though I was incredibly nervous. I had planned this out and what happened next could set it in motion or derail it completely. When the bell rang students rushed to give me their papers, except Paige. I watched between shuffling students as she put away the book she had been reading, The Family by Mario Puzo. Interest choice of book. She moved her curly brown hair to…