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Sexual Trials of a Young Professor

I am Jennifer Lahey, now 30 years old. I teach literature at a small private college. This is the improbable story of how my marriage with my husband reached a crisis stage and how that was resolved. My husband Edward and I came from the same small Midwestern town. We started to date at the start of our senior year in high school. Edward was very attractive physically and a very popular student but we had never seemed to click. He was deeply interested in sports at the point and I had little interest. I was a bit shy and took academics more seriously than he did. Then, all of a sudden, he asked me to go to a dance with him and I accepted. For whatever reasons it seemed like the right thing to do. I had kissed boys before Edward; none of them had generated an eager response on my part. I came to be regarded by boys as too prim and proper and perhaps not worth much effort. Now, for the first time with Edward, kisses were passionate and I desperately wanted them to continue. After only

The Replacement Pt. 02

This is one part of a 5-part story. It is mostly a tale of first-time exhibitionism, but in certain chapters it does contain some incestuous overtones in regard to one of the relationships. If that is not your cup of tea, this probably isn't the story for you. Consider this your warning. If you like this story and want to follow my characters' adventures within their connected universe, I recommend bookmarking my page, as the next story may or may not be in the same category. Constructive feedback is appreciated. All characters involved in sexual or explicit activity are 18 years of age or older. This part of The Replacement picks up directly from the previous part. You might want to consider starting at the beginning, so it makes more sense, but that's up to you. Enjoy! ***** Saturday evening, 8 weeks before Opening Night Gavin's mansion was gorgeous. He had invited the cast and crew over for the script read-through and had taken them on a tour, showing them every ro

Bit of a Bitch Pt. 02

*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. **Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. If that fact bothers you, then quit reading now. *.**.***.**.* *** Laci Meyers came to, a horrible taste in her mouth and an incessant pounding in her head. She tried to open her eyes and couldn't. Her jaws ached; Laci had a bad habit of grinding her teeth in her sleep. Her bladder was full. Her bladder threatened to explode at any moment. The tempurpedic mattress was soft, yielding and comforting. That plushness did not lend itself to a speedy exit, though. Laci almost screamed when she realized that there was an arm across her middle. There was also a warm, hard body behind her, pressing against her. There were bits and pieces of the warm, hard form touching against bits and pieces of her nude body. "I'm naked!?" Laci reali

Morning Star

Ethics caught up with technology by 2056. Strict limits were placed on the scope of cosmetic surgery and genetic tampering. But as always throughout human history, there are those who don't feel the law applies to them, and have the wealth to buy 'protection'. I woke up confused and dozy. I went back to sleep. I woke up, and the colours were light and everything smelled like something I remember. But what? I went back to sleep. I woke up. The smell? Doctor's office? I woke up again. It's a hospital. My bed is surrounded by cloth screens. I can't move. A sheet is pulled up to my chin. I need to wiggle my fingers, but they seem stuck. "Whinny!" What? That was me. I'll call a nurse. "Whinny." What The Fuck? "Oh, I see we're awake. Don't try to talk. How about a sip of water?" Nurse held the drinking straw to my lips. "You just relax, I'll call the Doctor for you." I try to remember. An accident? Yes, a trial

Hotel MMF

We made arrangements to meet when you were in town next. I waited in the condo I'd rented, flipping through my favourite porn blog. Not that I needed anymore ideas...I had an ACTUAL list of them where you were concerned. When your knock comes I jump up, tossing my phone on the couch and walk over to let you in. We're both grinning big when I reach for you and drag you inside, closing the door and pushing you against it, stopping whatever you were about to say with a kiss. "You asshole...you made me wait so long," I growl against your mouth. You spin us and push me into the door, matching my hunger. "I'm here now...," you say, pulling back enough to separate our mouths. I run my hands down your torso and give you a playful push. "Go check out the view." You do, moving to stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing out at the spectacular harbour front. You look beautiful bathed in sunlight and I walk over to you, pausing to grab an i