Description: A young Asian Player (aZiaN PLaYa in street slang) lusting after and screwing the different Asian hotties in his life.
It had barely been four hours into the first school day of the new academic year and I had already got myself involved in a fight. The most pointless fight. The bell for the end of lunch had just gone and we were playing the standard golden goal rule…other year groups were playing on other parts of the field and a kid in the year below walking by had unnecessarily smashed our ball away, guffawing to his mates as he did so. I confronted him and demanded he goes and gets the ball for us. In school uniform we werent too different in stature, both pretty tall and not amazingly muscular, but who is when theyre 15…he refused and I pushed him. In retaliation, he lashed out, punching me in the face. My glasses had fallen off and I had stumbled backwards groggily. Getting hit in reality is very different to what people expect. The fantasy of being able to take punches and give back is far from the truth for the average person. Rather than fighting back, the pain had taken over and I was trying to recover. He had instantly apologised, obviously sincerely, and came to see if I was okay. We were acquaintances before hand and this had all happened very suddenly in the heat of the moment, I was apologetic too for my reaction. My vision was a bit hazy and blurred and my nose was bleeding a bit but otherwise I was not too badly damaged.
Yes, Miss Johnson, this cage of guinea pigs seems to be doing much better than the others. Ahem, that is, group B is doing better than group A! Betty Johnson peered into the cage to see what it was that Dr. Randolph was looking at. To her surprise the pretty young assistant saw that the four guinea pigs who had been recipients of Dr. Adam Randolphs special combination of glandular extractions were furiously fornicating in the most incredible combinations.
Lisa Hamilton paced the outside aisle between the last row of desks and the windows. She could see the schoolyard and the small park beyond, its trees and shrubs just beginning to bud with spring, and because of the slant of the afternoon sun, she was also able to see her image reflected in the glass.
Joan Frazer hurried down the worn linoleum hallway of old Montock High School, books and her class record under one arm, a small can of film gripped tightly in her other hand. Her long, satiny brunette hair cascaded over her shoulders as she walked quickly, her form-hugging dress stretching tautly over her body and accentuating the fluid lines of her movements.
Robert Carlyle was enjoying his Saturday morning; he was lying on his bed with his earphones on listening to some music on his mp3 player.
When the bell finally sounded Susie Merton sighed with relief. She liked school and she was a good student, but it had been a long afternoon. Her pussy had started to itch during English, and she had been squirming about in her seat all through History. She looked up at Mr. Thompson, her History teacher, always so proper and respectable in his blazer and flannels. Wednesday was the only day Susie had him for her last class, and it seemed to her that he always looked especially proper on those days. Catching his eye turned in her direction she smiled, only to see him flush and turn quickly away.
Toni Lindroth, once Toni La Rocca and now Toni Lindroth
I was feeling horny as hell the other night and
The Sisters Savoy they were known as, when they had their nightclub act. They sang and danced and told funny stories about growing up triplets. They were each as beautiful as the other, even though they were never that famous. I broke up the act you see, when mom became pregnant with me. That bulging belly broke the symmetry of the three and they never got back into show biz after that. Susan, my mother, married my dad, a local hardware store owner. Shortly after, Aunt Sylvia wed a rich man, who died when his private plane went down, a few years back. Aunt Sally hitched her wagon to a long distance truck driver, who was seldom in town.
I said no Mark she said, roughly shoving his approaching hand
Ohhhh, Billy! Oh Billy! Ooooohhh! Mmmmmm! Wait, I dont know if we should do this!
Description: A young versatile university PhD professor is tired of being the object of derision as the pocket protector guy. When offered an opportunity to join a unique company, he takes a chance and enjoys the transition.
Further adventures of Ken, Meghan, and Jo from A Correct Destiny. I have written this story so it is not necessary to have read the original novel to enjoy and understand it, although it will no doubt be enhanced if you have/do.
Come on, Don, baby… the boys wont see… well go into the garage! Carolyn anxiously tugged on her future husbands sleeve and guided him with determination away from the ranch-style house toward the garage.
“Professor, is that you?” I was walking through the American Airlines concourse at LAX, through security and headed for the gate of my redeye flight headed back east. I was already tired, and annoyed that I would have to connect in O’Hare in the middle of the night.
Bull shit, I called Ralph out. He was usually full of
The fantasies flashed through his brain in little lightning shocks. Lips caressing the backs of upper thighs, licking softly, a white leg rising up an inch or two with each wet kiss… the aroma of untapped moisture from a steaming body, a hot fragrance. His testicles filled to bursting… plunging for the blessed snarl and gulp of the sticky mouth bath… spreading and splitting those thighs apart, burying his face against the drenched and turgid cavity… his tongue wet-sliding, dipping into the naked throb itself, toying there with the fire-hot vulva heart, licking and encircling the clit in a feathery rage… the candy taste and the swallowing of the creamed pussy.
While it was in progress, it would be called World War III. After it was all said and done, it would be called Armageddon. Whatever it was referred to as, it would go down in history as the bloodiest, costliest, most destructive event in human history. Though not a single nuclear or fusion weapon and not a single chemical warhead would be used during the ten long years of the war, more than six hundred million people would be killed as a result of the fighting.
I was bored out of my mind. I had no interest at all in the game on TV and the rest of the offerings were just plain shit! I searched the streaming services and found nothing I wanted to watch. Earlier I had jerked off to some hot lesbian porn and didnt feel the need to watch any more. I needed to do something! I read shit-loads of stuff and just didnt feel like reading anything at the moment.
Description: A teenage nerd-boy spends the next few years on a mission to become popular and find his dream girl. This is the story of his success… sort of…
This is a time travel, coming of age story involving a middle-aged man who suddenly gets sent back in time, to find himself a teenager again. There are many excellent examples out there of stories like this. Id like to mention three in particular which inspired me to take a crack at exploring this particular genre on my own: Doing It All Over by Al Steiner, Once More With Feeling by The Night Hawk, and Rewind by Don Lockwood. If you havent had a chance to read them, and you enjoy this theme, they are well worth checking out.