Five o'clock found Carol standing in her kitchen, a hazy remnant of the wild night that had just passed. She wore nothing but a pair of panties and an oversized T-shirt that barely covered her hips; the hem hung loosely around her thighs as if trying to escape from its duty. Her body still bore the lingering scent of sex, mingling with the aromas of freshly brewed coffee. Her hair was disheveled, strands framing her face...

After five hours in the car, Greg and I were bursting to get out. While the drive home from the city usually only took us two hours, the Memorial Day traffic was a mess. The long drive just added to the incredibly tense situation. As we pulled into the driveway, I smiled at Greg and took his hand, a simple gesture to let him know it would all be okay. "Are you as nervous as I am?" He asked. "Oh, sweetie, there is nothing...

Slowly, time passed. Inexorably, the semester inched onward, and bit by bit like the last remaining glow of the fading summer heat and the rustic color of the leaves, it was as if her life had settled into a new routine as Erika slowly grew accustomed. All the while the sessions continued, and twice a week without fail it would be over to either the couch or her room to spread her legs apart as her mother counted to seven...

The rest of the month passed rather quickly for Erika after that. Not counting the usual boredom of school that is, and the tedium of actually having to pay attention in class. In 1815 Napoleon lost the Battle of Waterloo, and in 1920 the League of Nations was first formed. What did both of these events have in common and how did they set the world stage? Who cares, and who knows. It was really all sort of the same anyway...

Carol and Annie had not spoken about their little training lesson from a week ago, but Carol had not forgotten about it. It was one of those things that seemed to linger at the back of her mind, something they both knew was there but never brought up again. In the late evening, Carol was surprised to see Annie entering the living room. Usually, she would be sleeping by this time, as she had to wake up early for work. She...

Standing in the middle of the bathroom, Erika shivered at the sound of running water. And not just because she was fully naked again, although she couldn’t really say she liked that part too much either. Rather, the reason for her apprehension had more to do with the fact that somewhere along the way, her mother had suddenly decided to start giving her an enema. Not one of those big ones thankfully, like the ones they alw...

It had been a long day at school. Two tests, three quizzes, and more homework than Erika had ever laid her eyes upon. Closing her bedroom door, she flopped onto her bed to bury her face into the pillow as she groaned. This time though, it wasn’t because she was simply being moody again like her mother always liked to harp on her about. Rather, despite her exhaustion, there was something else today on her mind bothering he...

I'm one of the few male teachers at St. Matilda's Academy for Young Ladies, an exclusive and very expensive English private school for girls. I teach an upper year class of seventeen to nearly nineteen year olds. It's a voyeur’s paradise, as all my girls seem to be trying to outdo each other in wearing the thinnest, most boob-clinging school uniform white blouses, the shortest grey pleated skirts and the most sheer black...

With only three days left at Aunt Janet's house, I aimed to make the most of it. It was a beautiful sunny day, perfect for laying out. I walked along the deserted beach, the soft sand warm beneath my feet, looking for the ideal place to tan. I glanced around as I reached a secluded spot to ensure no one was in sight. Satisfied that I was alone, a wave of excitement ripped through me. I've wanted to try sunbathing topless...

The month at Aunt Janet's house went quicker than I had hoped. I had spent the month as my Aunt's lover, and I worried about what would become of our relationship when Mom came to pick me up. Aunt Janet opened my eyes to a world I never even knew existed. She bought me my first vibrator, introduced me to latex clothing, and even brought me to my first sex party. I missed Mom but didn't know how I could return to the vanil...