Walters Lucky Valentine's DayWalter's Lucky Valentine's Day
Walter was sick of this. Every year, he couldnt find any available ladies to give valentines to on Valentines Day. It was always obvious who was and who wasnt by the crowded lockers. Yet, he found one that had almost NO visible valentines in it: Rachels. The only problem was: nobody really liked Rachel. And for good reason: She wasnt much of a social person, and she had a flat, curveless body, topped with plain brown hair and likewise eyes. Walter knew shed be his last hope, but he just couldnt go for a girl like her. Besides, no one really knew what her personality was like.
Of course, this was knowledge that was consistent for PAST years. Fortunately, it was only Sunday, and Valentines Day was Friday.
Walt was about to go to sleep, once again kept awake by the forces of addiction to the computer. Suddenly, he got an email from Weirderal Enterprises stating that if he didnt open the window
Sarahs new patient prt 2Sarah walked toward room 110 with an anxious knot in her stomach. The accident patient waiting for her to arrive and help him take his first shower since having broken his leg and severely straining the muscles in his arms had made it clear two days before that she when she returned he would expect a continuation of that days physical therapy as he had jokingly called it. Every time she thought about what that therapy had involved it threw her mind into turmoil. After allowing her patient to seduce her Monday night, she had continued her rounds and tried to put what had happened out of her mind. When she returned to her apartment that evening, the whole situation had crowded back in on her. She felt ashamed of having given in to Mr. Bryants advances.
It was all overwhelming Sarah was a good religious girl who had always contended that she didnt want to get married, so the idea of having sex with anyone, let alone a rehab patient she had j
Sarahs new patientSarah was nervous as she stepped out of her car and headed for the doors that would take her back to work for the first time since the New Years party where she had recently lost her virginity. The whole night was still a blur a legacy of spiked fruit punch and a night of intense fucking that she had neither expected nor wanted, but during which she distinctly remembered having orgasmed over and over while begging the men who had taken her to "fuck" her and "cum inside" her. The whole thing might have seemed like a bad dream if not for the fact that when her co-workers had returned to the hotel room early the next morning after spending the night out clubbing, they had found her in bed naked. Sarah had quickly discovered further proof of her nights activities in the form of a newly shaven pussy and a dull ache between her legs which confirmed the harvesting of her cherry.
She had had a week of vacation scheduled after New Years, and had asked for an additional week, pleadin
My Brother and I Excerpt:</i>
"One more question?"
"About what?" he chuckled.
"It is kind of personal," I warned him.
He laughed, kissing my forehead. He was very open to me tonight, for I realized he was kissing my forehead much more than usual.
I took a deep breath. "What of your own affairs? Is there a young woman who has caught your eye?"
I was very curious, especially after the closeness he was displaying to me tonight.
Francis's arm tightened around me, pulling me closer.
"There is, and she is a very beautiful young woman," he told me.
"Is that all?"
"We are too close to ever have a relationship that is intimate," he admitted.
I gasped with interest.
"You want to be her lover?" I gasped, turning to face him.
He chuckled and nodded.
"I do. Very much. I throb with lust whenever I see her! It is t
DetentionGood luck on your first day! said the slightly overweight principal, after walking me to the classroom. Eighth grade history. History was my specialty, but I wasnt excited about working with a bunch of incompetent middle school children.
Yeah, thanks, Mr. Monroe I muttered back, walking into the classroom. I scanned the room disgustedly for probably the millionth time since summer. I wrote my name in large letters on the board, using my neatest lettering. I returned to my desk in front of the room.
A bell rang, and students started wandering their way into my room. I watched them as they walked in, friends choosing seats near each other. I made snide remarks in my head about each one of them. Then she walked in.
She was a pretty girl, though she hid her face behind a little too much make up. Her brown hair fell over here eyes, hiding her features even further. Her clothes were dark, and she sat near the door, not really associating with anyone else i