TheDarkKnight: Stories

Cassie and Becky were two amazingly erotic women who lived across the hall. They were way out of my league. But when I came to their rescue, I became their hero, and discovered that sometimes the good guys do win. A good deed rewarded, in a most unforgettable way.

My high school experience wasn’t anything I remember fondly. Friends have told me how much they enjoyed those years, but that wasn’t me. It was four years I just wanted to forget, until something almost miraculous happened at an after-graduation party.

Molly is my only niece, and since my marriage ended before I could have any kids of my own, I’ve turned all my unused parental instincts toward her. When my sister Janice and her husband Gregg got divorced, I became kind of a surrogate dad to Molly. I was fine with that, even though I knew my feelings for her were gradually taking a dark turn. Then, one night shortly after her sixteenth birthday, she called and said she wanted to talk. I didn’t realize how much my life was about to change.

After his parents divorced, Kenny started spending two weeks each summer with his dad, who had moved to Las Vegas. George always made sure that they had fun together, but the summer after Kenny turned fourteen turned out to be even better than he could have wished. (Story inspired by CreepyUnclePete)

I have always had a thing for dental hygienists. They generally tend to be young, attractive women, and I have spent a lot of time in dental chairs fantasizing about whatever young thing happened to be probing my mouth that day. But then I met Molly, and I didn't need to fantasize any more. She was the real deal

When it was finally my turn to have a college intern working with me, I hit the jackpot. She was bright and beautiful. And as I discovered one eventful afternoon, she preferred oral exams to essay tests.

Meghan had a hobby - teasing and tempting one of her teachers each semester. She loved turning some hapless instructor into a puddle of unrequited desire. But this time, her prey turned out to be more than she could handle.

I was fifteen and looking forward to my summer vacation, then my mother spoiled it by hiring a housekeeper. I didn't want to share all the free time I had been looking for, much of it devoted to organizing my extensive collection of sixties-era pinup pictures, with a stranger. Then Hannah showed up, and all was forgiven.

We all remember a favorite teacher, right? In my case, it was Miss Sharon Hawkins, my American History teacher in the eighth grade. She wasn't my favorite because of her dynamic teaching style, or how much fun her class was. No, it was something more personal that made her stand out. (Story codes will be changed as chapters are added)

Too much alcohol and too little judgement led me to fall for the sales pitch of a Korean pimp. I'm hoping to start something with this story. I know all of you have some secrets like this in your past; let's have some fun with them. Come on folks, I'm showing you mine, now show me yours.