I took Bobby to my bedroom by the hand. Both still naked and Bobby still hard. I told him to get on the bed. He did as I told him, and I turned my webcam on. With the remote in my hand, I climbed on the bed with him. My head hovering just over his dick, I adjusted the camera and zoomed in just enough so that his face was out of the shot. ”Are you ready?” ”Yes ma'am,” he nervously answered. ”I guess.” ”Don't worry, Bobby,”...

I’ve always been ambivalent about tattoos. When I was young the only people I knew who had one were ex-servicemen. Later they became synonymous with far-right extremism and in my mind were threatening. They served as a warning. I only began to notice them on women when I was in my mid-forties. By that time my sons were getting themselves too & from school on their own so I hardly ever met with the school mums at the gate...

”What do you mean?” Bobby asked, ”Something you'll regret.” I fought my urge to take him right here and now. He was so young and so strong. His cock was long and thick. It looked to be as hard as a granite mountain. I was so wet, and my nipples obviously erect.  “I mean, put something on,” I growled, “Or I’m going to kick you right in your nuts.” He covered his privates with both hands instinctively. I turned away and lea...

I woke with a yawn and a stretch. Bobby was still sitting at my feet, asleep. A bit confused as to how we ended up here. The rays of light cast through the blinds by the sun cut through the dimness of the room. I fought through a cloudy hangover to remember. My eyes scanned my body; my long tee-shirt over my old white shorts. Things started to slowly come back to me. I ran my fingers between my legs to find no panties. Fu...

“Ok, Bobby,” I said, “You win. Can you let go of my towel please?” He was holding half of my towel open, exposing my pussy and my right hip. He had found his evidence. He knew for certain that it was me that he saw on Ogleme. I could no longer deny it but he was still a sixteen-year-old student in my class. “Bobby,” l demanded, “Let go of my towel. Please” He looked at me with a grin and then pulled the towel a little fur...

I tossed my vibrator on the bed and fell back, staring at the ceiling and wondering how I let this happen. ”Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I shouted. I sat back up and tied the belt of my robe. This was serious. I could be fired, or worse, I could go to jail. Thinking it through, I realized that after I closed the page, there would be no proof. But, who needs proof, all they have to do is accuse you of something like this and you're...

St.Augustine's... “While my time here has been short, only a couple of years, I can honestly say that this has been one of the most rewarding experiences in my still nascent artistic career and creative life,” Mr Valcourt announced to St. Augustine's and its graduating class. Willow sat amongst her classmates in her graduation robe looking up at her art teacher on the stage as he delivered his farewell speech to the stude...

An overcast sky hung above Willow as she emerged from her office building's maintenance stairwell and stepped onto the roof. She didn't notice the grey, gloomy clouds, though. Even before she had reached the top, her full attention was on the cell phone having already turned it back on. It had just finished booting up, finding its signal by the time she shut the door behind her. The main screen appeared: “Six missed calls...

“I’m not sure where she went,” Willow said as she paced around her dark apartment. “Sorry, Mitchell.” Faith’s husband replied, “But you said you thought she was going shopping? The stores would have been closed for a while, wouldn’t they?” She screwed her lips tight, thinking for a second. “She… must have gone out to a movie with a friend after. She said she might do that. Probably why she’s not answering her phone.” “Yea...