As his friend stood next to him, near the table, Tahar noticed the way his sweatpants hung low on his hips but still covered what needed covering; he noticed how they were low enough that the crease of skin was visible to show the cleavage of his double dicks down below the cloth. “Thanks for letting me borrow your sweatpants. I’ll wash them before I give them back.” “No need. Not like I had time to wash them before I let...

Scrolling for spirals to make herself feel better, Madam reached for her tumbler of scotch and tipped back another swig. Nothing was really satisfying, and she felt more depressed and empty than was healthy to feel. She didn’t want to go through the whole bottle, and she hated having flashbacks this bad, it happened every year during this month - her month. Memories of when it was good with someone who wasn’t around anymo...

“Mr. Carlson, please. Please don’t make me,” begged Lily pathetically. They were both in her supply closet, minutes before class was set to begin. “Now, now,” scolded Tyler, relishing his position of power, “You said it yourself. What is your number one job as an art teacher?” “To inspire my students,” said Lily, her voice muffled by the hands covering her face. “We both know that the painting unit you’ve been teaching ha...

Lily Uden checked the roster of her new class once again. She knew in the back of her mind that this last-minute schedule change should have made her furious. These students on the list were all Senior boys in their last semester of school. They had all failed her class previously and had nearly all been terrible troublemakers in class. She should have been filled with dread and annoyance. So why was she filled with… nerv...

“Hmmm…” said the young, blond teacher, putting her hand to her chin, pretending to be deep in thought. She was standing in front of a crude painting of a man holding a football, and Tyler Carlson stood nervously to the side. He was close to passing, and if Miss Uden was merciful, then he would earn his credit and stay on the football team. Miss Uden’s flashing green eyes turned to Tyler, her lip slightly curled up into a...

2nd of March- Dear Journal, today we had an argument with Jessica. "So you do not believe in hypnosis, do you? But you still agreed to date me, knowing that I am a hypnotherapist. Is that right? So you don't mind that your girlfriend is an unethical fraud?" "Honey, don't take it that way. I am sure you have the best intentions, but..." "But you just care about how nice my ass looks; you don't care about the person I am, d...

Ten candles in the room. Nine of them are lit. Eight smell like cinnamon. Seven begin to drip. Six will possibly break. Five will be replaced. Four appear blurry now. Three burn your thoughts away. Two have your eyes firmly glazed. One was never a candle. Stop squirming, pet, this is not going to hurt.

“That’s right, focus all your attention on the shiny apple. It’s called the fruit of sin, but this one is much more than that… it’s the fruit of trance and blissful mindlessness. You know this is true. Now, tell me your name…” cooed the green-eyed naked brunette, a python wrapped around her bouncy breasts. “A-Adam” he stammered, his eyes vacant and his cock dripping white on her curly toes. “Isn’t that funny? I’m Eve, but...

“Green light, start stroking.” The game was familiar; the formula repeated ad nauseam. Trent had already lost count of the number of JOI videos online that used it as a premise. Then again, it’s very hard to keep track of things like that when you’re all fired up and eager to cum. It’s not like he enjoyed Math, anyway. His latest discovery wasn’t tagged as a JOI video, and yet there it was, in gorgeous full screen, dictat...

I entered the grandly decorated hall, with glittering chandeliers and wide, elegant staircases. Windows lovingly furnished with huge, soft, red velvet curtains. A series of balconies beyond the windows overlooked an immaculately tended garden, waiters were spread vigilantly across the space, bearing silver trays of appetisers and champagne, and Baroque music from an invisible sound system was filling the air amongst the c...

The Security Guard "I-I'm sorry," I stammered awkwardly, "I guess I didn't expect 'Dr. Thorpe' to be a woman." Dr. Stephanie Thorpe fixed me with a look, the one shrinks always do where it feels like they're reading your mind. "Do you have an issue with that?" she said, piercingly. "No, not at all!" I wasn't lying, either. I worked with plenty of women in my job as it was, and I'd grown used to the soppy ‘talk about your...