“Hot Springs Rehabilitation Center,” a friendly but familiar female voice said.

“Third floor house parent Mrs. J’s office please,” I said excitedly.

“One moment,” the voice replied.

“Hello?” Mrs. J said in her friendly southern accent.

“Hey Mrs. J, it’s Karen, Mat around?” I asked happily.

“He sure is, I just saw him a few minutes ago heading to his room, I’ll go get him for you, hold on Hun,” she replied in her usual happy manner.

I heard the familiar clunk of the phone and distant voices which had become quite routine for me over the past few months. Then as the phone went down, came the silence. Silence and waiting is what I both feared and was excited by. It was fear that my love would be out on the town with his friends, but the anticipation of hearing his voice, which had always excited me. (more…)

I woke sometime later, sweating and shaking, to the sound of rain outside that had now gotten considerably softer, and to the feeling of a swelling orgasm originating between my thighs. There was not much I could do, except arch my back in pleasure and enjoy the feeling of fingers plunging inside me at a fast pace – into “both” my holes, I noticed with weak surprise - and of a tongue flicking over my clit over and over again. I groaned, hard. My hands grasped the armrest of the couch just in time as my skin flushed from the heat inside me and my body bucked in wild pleasure. (more…)

Yet another evening listening to her recount the previous evening’s date with yet another fiery end to yet another short romance, and I could tell that she was really struggling to understand this time. I couldn’t understand how this guy could hold on to his ex with this beautiful creature standing before him, wanting him. Of course, I hadn’t seen his ex, but…even guys visited by angels have been known to hold on to The Devil for reasons unknown.

As she finished the story, her voice began to quaver and turn up sharply at the ends of every sentence, and I knew that tears were close. The past year had been trying for her — guys just wouldn’t stick around for long. (more…)

“If, for some reason, you feel offended by sexual stories, then I don’t know why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that’s the case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If you are not allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held responsible, if you choose to continue. But don’t worry, it’s all fantasy.

This and most of my stories would have been a mess of spelling errors and grammatical rubbish, had it not been for Old Rotorhead and Cagey. I’m very thankful for their patient work and encouragement. (more…)

“Though I must apologize to my wonderful readers who are hungry for more “Orgasm Torture” for not posting any installments lately, I hope that this “early work” of mine will amuse and arouse them. There a hundreds of fantasies that take place in all-female academic settings (and that’s just in *my* mind!) but hopefully, you will find this one different enough to make it stand out from the rest. ”

*****

The Headmaster.

Ever fantasize that you are a teacher at an exclusive finishing school for young ladies? Maybe your charges have been getting into too much trouble - the headmaster had caught some of them - out after curfew, maybe smoking. The headmaster was forced to deal with them quite harshly - taking them to a room that is shrouded in mystery - even fear - among many students. You’d heard that the headmaster would administer a thoroughly spanking or even paddling to the offenders in that room - but you’d never actually seen anything for yourself - just rumors. Even so, the thought of such a thing intrigued you. That, and you had strange feelings for the headmaster - a quiet, studious, yet somehow irresistible tall, dark man. (more…)

They had known each other forever, or so it seemed. John and Will had gone to high school, college, then law school together, best friends and confidantes. They enjoyed each other, they liked each other, and, most importantly, they respected each other. Throughout high school and college, they shared their visions of a perfect world, discussed what careers would put them with people, helping people, doing something to change the ways of life. They felt strongly that they needed to make a difference. They had a friendly competition throughout University, vying for top honors and grades, submitting grants to the same organizations and foundations, looking for the one thing that they could work at and help others. (more…)