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Unintentional Education

StoryTeller — Mon, 14 Jun 2010 16:27:21 +0000

The bitter wind made Andy feel even colder now, as he walked back from his school, than he had felt earlier that dark morning on the way there. His school had been closed due to power restrictions, this was the winter of discontent and the power workers had now been on strike, on and off for several weeks. Without power, the local authorities had to find emergency measures, as they did not have the power to heat the schools and classrooms. This didn’t mean a thing to the children except that now they were called in each morning to pick [read more...]

Mary Jane My Step Mom Is Beautiful

StoryTeller — Mon, 14 Jun 2010 15:33:45 +0000

It was a avarage day nothing out of the ordanary. I woke up around 5 am and had to use the restroom just like anyother morning my step mom would just be getting up and around.she is one of those woman that take 2 hours to get ready. Like anyother morning she was just getting out of the shower and had a towel on. I knocked on the door just as i hada hundred times. She yells out just a min like always. I wait just as always and she comes out for some reason today she looked amazing. I [read more...]

Dani – Created in Her Image

StoryTeller — Thu, 15 Apr 2010 15:34:56 +0000

I was not aware that my girlfriend had begun studying hypnosis, nor that she harbored ambitions of petticoating me. But I soon discovered that the combination of the two was dangerous to my masculinity. One afternoon I was sitting in my living room, listening to the stereo through a pair of headphones. It was a warm, sultry day, and after a while I drifted off to sleep. (Much of what follows my girlfriend–now my mistress– explained to me later.

Seeing that I had dozed off, Jennifer saw her chance. She replaced my music tape with one she had prepared in [read more...]

Screwed

StoryTeller — Thu, 08 Apr 2010 16:06:03 +0000

I suppose that this is the kind of story that makes us attorneys seem like assholes to the little guys of this world, but the fact is that the first thing an attorney learns is to take care of “number one”–because no one else will. Nice guys win only in the movies. In real life, it’s selfish pricks like me that get the cream, the money and the best sex that’s out there just for the asking–as long as you don’t let your conscience stand in your way.

This was a standard non-support case–dirt-ball husband in a nearby town, remarried, [read more...]

Part 5 “An American Pervert in London”

StoryTeller — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 13:48:20 +0000

When they reached the hotel bar, they were dismayed to discover that the convention had fairly packed it with bodies, most dressed in some form of outlandish fetish costumes.

“Well people,” Mandy said, “it looks like we have two choices: wade into that lot and try to find someone who’s willing to share a table, or go back to the room and order room service.”

“I vote for room service,” commented Jason, looking at the crowd with a little distaste, “I mean, this place is WEDGED.”

“Well I vote we wade in,” Flora put in, “I LIKE crowds… but then [read more...]

An American Pervert in London

StoryTeller — Thu, 18 Mar 2010 14:45:31 +0000

“So, where do we go for lunch?” asked Jason, looking half-heartedly in one of the hundreds of shop windows. Yet another combination tobacconist’s and news stand. The neighborhood was rife with them. An annoyed-looking proprietor stared at him as he pressed his nose against the glass, and he realized he was acting like a tourist again and looked away.

The view in Flora’s direction was decidedly better, anyway. She had dressed up before leaving the hotel room, apparently to torment him. It was working. Now she was wearing a very tight, very short latex miniskirt in an outrageous shade [read more...]

Neighbors

StoryTeller — Sat, 13 Mar 2010 14:55:53 +0000

I live in a suburban community adjacent to one of the nation’s largest western cities. It’s a compromise: I’d live farther out but then I’d have to leave *really* early in the morning to get to work downtown. Even so, I might consider getting farther away from the urban sprawl, but I’m divorced and I got the house; my ex moved back east and took the savings account. So I stay.

More specifically, I live between two cops and across the street from another, a fact which does *not* make me feel particularly secure. On one side is a [read more...]

McCracken’s Pub

StoryTeller — Tue, 02 Mar 2010 19:43:41 +0000

I was at McCracken’s Pub. It’s where I always went after we had a fight. I wasn’t one to drown my sorrows in cheap gin, but I did need to just get away. I was taking a sip of my club soda when I noticed the girl. Girl, woman, babe, potential-horizontal-partner — whatever the current nomenclature — she was it. Pretty, Asian and in her early twenties. Make that Asian-with-tits, better than chocolate-chip-cookie-dough ice cream. It figured. I can get in a row with my fiance, but I can’t seem to avoid her. Like the girl in the bar, [read more...]

The Conference Ball

StoryTeller — Sun, 28 Feb 2010 15:02:54 +0000

I once went to a conference in another part of the country. I met many people who I’d known from afar in the past. You know how it is the day before a conference starts. People hang out in the bar and the lobby. I met some friends, and noticed this tall, quiet man who was with them. We sort of watched one another as we engaged in a six-way conversation. I thought he was cute, but, then I think MOST men are. I am generally just a looker.

Finally, someone said, “Oh, Jane, this is Len Josephs.”

“Len! Wow! [read more...]

Strawberries and Cream “Julie”

StoryTeller — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 18:29:40 +0000

(FM, oral, cheat, shave) Regular readers will have gathered by now that I was really enjoying my job as a sales rep. My sales manager, Rob, was my first cheat. On his area there were six reps, – me, Terry (with whom I had my first threesome – plus Rob) and four other men. One in particular I quite fancied – his name was Jamie, then there were Douglas and Peter who were all between thirty and forty years old. Harry made up the team – he was over 50 and never seemed to get on very well with the younger [read more...]