I sat on my couch in my small apartment woodenly, still wearing the clothes I had worn to work. My chest stuck to my blouse and bra from the sperm that had been shot on it. I could not make myself care. It had all been too much. The disdain with which Marianne had told me I was dressed improperly. Marianne making me undress in front of men who knew me and who I knew. The humiliation of being naked in front of them for the entire day. Their hands touching me and my lack of resistance...

Exposing My Self to Airport Security - I stared right at her until she looked away and called for assistance for a pat-down search. I gaped, chin dropped: holy shit, they’re gonna give me a pat down cuz I’m packing a silicon cock...

Prefect’s Prerogative - When I neglect this duty, or don’t perform it to his satisfaction, he makes me light a fire in his room, and stand in front of it in just my school shirt and white socks...

Attention Women: There is Something Wrong With Your Vagina - Yes, that’s what your vagina needs: a breath mint. Because, just like vagina shouldn’t smell like vagina, it also shouldn’t taste like vagina...

Zipless - “I have some Scotch in my room—maybe you’d join me? You know, in the interest of not drinking alone…” She smiled. Perhaps she could yet salvage the day’s ending...

Our naked bodies intertwined on the bed. My hand slowly lowering, exploring on it's way to her warm wet softness between her legs. I could spend an hour down there, touching, but her patience wore thin. She had to have me right then, right now. She wanted to be on top, and I was not going to deny her.

She grabbed my cock and rubbed it back and forth against her clit. A soft moan escaped as she lubed me up with her wetness....Then slowly lowered herself onto me. The next half hour she rode me grinding her clit into my pelvis. She came several time before she suggested a position change. She was breathing hard and needed a break from her workout...