James’ hadn’t planned on attending a sex and kink (SK) college after high school. With the injury dashing his hopes of a sports scholarship and not wanting to join the military, it seemed like the best option forward considering his physical prowess.
Nowadays, there were plenty of well-respected opportunities for SK college graduates in a wide variety of fields. Many led to lifetime placements.
Truthfully, James had gotten overwhelmed by the multitudinous specializations for his degree and he was looking forward to his first meeting with his guidance counselor to get advice on how to proceed.
After working hard at becoming a better person and a better student, the results of Tyler’s Chemistry final are released and everything works out in the end.
Tyler comes up with a plan to get rid of Robin once and for all. Of course, things don’t turn out quite the way he expects they will.
Something strange is happening to Tyler in the aftermath of his encounter with Dr. Nielsen. For some reason, he just can’t get the handsome professor out of his very-straight, not-gay-at-all mind.
Tyler Kingston is a hotshot jock at the University of Minnesota. With a killer smile, great body, and the king-of-the-world Alpha attitude to match, he thinks he’s got what it takes to rule the school. Especially when daddy dearest has enough money to make the administrators drool. Unfortunately for him, things are changing around campus, and the handsome Chemistry professor from Hierarch Industries isn’t going to tolerate his shit.
Andrew’s not so sure he should be doing this, but that pretty pink hole just looks too tasty to ignore.
I’m a new District Attorney, and my first solo prosecution seems to be a slam dunk. Public Indecency charges for a group of young men caught fornicating in broad daylight in a city park, all caught on tape. Instead of doing the reasonable thing and taking a plea deal, their defense counsel insisted on taking it to trial.
Not that I expected anything reasonable from this attorney–he’s been nothing but unprofessional. His “bubble boy insanity” defense is totally deranged, and his attire is wholly inappropriate. During opening arguments, his pants were so tight I could clearly tell what type of underwear he was wearing (and who in their right mind wears a jockstrap to court?)
As the trial goes on, though, I’ve caught myself glancing at his round ass and wondering what it would be like to have one of my own, maybe bigger. And I can’t seem to get comfortable in my seat. This case has gone on too long, I can’t wait for it to end.
Sean’s served up a platter of just desserts to his tormentor, Spencer. But a little omission made by his friend quickly turns everything upside down for the promising warlock.
So, I’m a university student in the cinema society. Every week, several of us meet to watch films. Normally they’re quite sophisticated, but recently we’ve only been watching dumb films with a bro-ish sense of humour. We just don’t understand the films we used to watch anymore. What’s happening to us?
One of my friends is getting married soon, so we took it upon ourselves to plan a bachelor party for him. We wanted to celebrate the fact that he was finally getting hitched — to be honest, we were really starting to doubt he ever would — as well as have one last blow-out together as bachelors.
We found this resort. It was out in the middle of nowhere, but it billed itself as “the Last Paradise of Single Men,” and we thought that there would be no better place to go for his bachelor’s party. The airfare was surprisingly cheap, and the per-night rate of the hotel was pretty much a steal. We were all more than happy to go on a party that wouldn’t break our banks.
When we got to the resort, we realized that they hadn’t lied on their webpage. There wasn’t a single woman in sight. Everyone, from the guests that were lounging around in the lobby, to the staff that were assisting new visitors, was male. And every single one looked like a veritable god, wearing tight t-shirts and speedos that showed off their enviable endowments.
Maybe that should have been a warning. A red flag that something wasn’t right here. But we were high on the idea of a great vacation and we checked in without a worry on our minds. Now, I’m not so sure. My friends, they’ve changed, and I’m afraid that I’m next.