LOF New Release: My Super Sexy Prep Room Teacher Is Also My Super Sexy Sex-Slave: Episode 3

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My Super Sexy Prep Room Teacher Is Also My Super Sexy Sex-Slave: Episode 3 by Byzantine Thomas

You never know, maybe someday you too will be able to say my super sexy prep room teacher is also my super sexy sex-slave.

My Super Sexy Prep Room Teacher Is Also My Super Sexy Sex-Slave: Episode 3Hi, my name’s Billy Hamelin. You may or may not have heard of me. If you haven’t, I’m sure you’ve heard of my dad, Wallace Hamelin. Yeah. That Wallace Hamelin, the inventor of the Trapper Keeper. Needless to say, after all the success of the Trapper Keeper, we were pretty well-off for a while there, before my dad got sick and passed away in the mid 90’s. That’s what happens when you decide to have a son when you’re 63. It’s not like I’m mad at my dad for being so old when he had me. It’s not like you can blame him. He is my dad, after all. And even though I didn’t get a lot of time with him, the time I did get was pretty awesome, and I really do appreciate it.

By far, one of the coolest, and probably out-there things my dad ever did for me was on the Christmas following my 18th birthday, when he bought me a sex-slave. Yeah, I told you it was pretty out-there. But, again, I’m not complaining. At the time, I thought I was pretty fucking lucky – excuse my French. And I still do. Especially when I found out who my sex-slave was, well, none other than my absolutely gorgeous and super sexy prep room teacher, Miss Rose.

Excerpt:

As we arrived at Miss Rose’s apartment, I was finding it more and more difficult to keep my eyes open. Especially with the better part of three supercalifragilisticexpialidocious loads shot out of me, and all in a very short amount of time, which were now living life inside my super sexy prep room teacher turned super sexy sex-slave’s stomach.

Then, Miss Rose excused herself, leaving me in her very pink bedroom. A second later, I heard her shower going.

I shrugged and after a brief looksy around her bedroom, I discovered her photo albums, I grabbed one, hoping to find some kind of rare treasure, maybe something with Miss Rose as a little girl, or maybe as a not so little girl in a bathing suit, as if I hadn’t already seen practically every sweet and perfect part of her already. Still, sometimes nothing affixes something to your brain like a photo. However, once I took the photo album, and settled on her super soft and super fluffy pink bed, it wasn’t long, approximately a page or two in, I zonked out, buried somewhere in the deep of her super soft and super fluffy pink bed.

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I’m not sure how long after, I woke to the faint sound of Miss Rose singing softly and even dancing about, quite happily to herself. For a second there, I thought for sure some little cartoon critters, maybe some birds or squirrels were gonna come in through the window and start singing and dancing right along with her – you know, like we were in the middle of a Disney movie. And why not? I mean, Miss Rose was definitely pretty enough for all that. And as if Miss Rose wasn’t pretty enough, there she was prettying herself up even more, adding even more pretty to her gorgeously perfect doll-like face and shiny dark brown hair, all while she continued to prance around in a matching light pink bra and panties. As she moved, I couldn’t help but notice her big blue catlike eyes batting around, sometimes even in my direction, not to mention her nearly over-flowing breasts, nestled nice and snug in her bra, but not so snug they didn’t bounce around, sometimes even in my direction, also.

As usual, I tried my very best not to stare, but, as usual, my cock had different ideas, and as soon as I caught a glimpse of Miss Rose dipping her perfumed fingers down inside her pink panties, well, my cock just couldn’t be stopped, growing fast and hard in my slacks.

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LOF New Release: No Dude, Miss Miller Is The Take Home Test: Episode 1

No Dude, Miss Miller Is The Take Home Test!: Episode 1
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No Dude, Miss Miller Is The Take Home Test: Episode 1 by Byzantine Thomas

After pressing Billy for details about the take home test, he finally turned to me and said, “No dude, Miss Miller is the take home test.”

No Dude, Miss Miller Is The Take Home Test!: Episode 1Me and my friend Billy are weird, in that we actually care about our grades, which is sort of like an anomaly at my school. So, when I saw him in study, and he got all quiet about the take home test Miss Miller gave him a few nights prior, I couldn’t help but press him for details. I know I shouldn’t have, but I did. And that’s when he suddenly turned to me with his face as white as notebook paper and said under his breath, “No dude, Miss Miller is the take home test.”

Excerpt:

The whole thing was absurd. What was Billy even talking about? I figured he was probably speaking figuratively. I mean, Miss Miller was pretty passionate about all things biology, so it was totally plausible she would put her heart and soul into our take home test. Still, it was kind of unlike Billy to speak so poetically. Especially about anything as crucial, at least to us, as a test.

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Then I got a text. And not from anyone from my contacts. And all it said was, “Gardner. Let me in.”

I smirked. “Billy?” I sent.

“Miss Miller. Let me in.”

Miss Miller? What? Was she hand-delivering this take-home test?

“Gardner?” She texted again.

I got up. Should I put something on? Screw that! This is my home. If she’s going to show up unannounced like this, why should I bend over backwards and put some clothes on? I mean, did she think just because she was my teacher I was going to do whatever she wanted or something? There are limits to these things.

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LOF New Release: (Maybe I Was Wrong When I Said) School Sucks (Or maybe I Was Really Right): Episode 5 (Introducing My Principal Lois Hanna)

Maybe I Was Wrong When I Said School Sucks Or Maybe I Was Really Right: Episode 5
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(Maybe I Was Wrong When I Said) School Sucks (Or maybe I Was Really Right): Episode 5 (Introducing My Principal Lois Hanna) by Byzantine Thomas

At Florence Nightingale High School, dissention is a threat that must neutralize, and Principal Lois Hanna was the one to do the neutralizing.

Maybe I Was Wrong When I Said School Sucks Or Maybe I Was Really Right: Episode 5Conor Puck was a well-mannered, well-behaved, and, well, well-endowed 18-year-old stranger in a strange land, and a strange school: Florence Nightingale High School in Serenity Springs, an aptly-named small town in Western New York. It was midway through Conor’s senior year and not knowing anyone or any of the local do’s and don’ts was making for an even harder than expected transition. As it turned out, and much to Conor’s consternation, he wasn’t the social chameleon he believed himself to be. Even, at times, wishing he never came to this new place and this new school.

So, was it really all that surprising when Conor’s very sweet and very well-meaning, and alarmingly young English teacher Giulia Moss gave him an assignment to write about how he truly felt, about life, and where he was, and how he was living, insisting he be brutally honest, and to pull no punches, that he turned in a paper entitled: School Sucks? Sure, it might have been a gross over-simplification of his life, given how shitty his life had always been, right up until this point, quite independent of this new place or new school, but nonetheless, Miss Moss was moved, and a tad flabbergasted, by Conor’s arresting, calculating, venomous piece. So much so, in fact, she felt compelled, even obligated, to share it with the rest of the faculty at FNHS.

After all, in today’s society, you can never be too careful about these things.

And so, once Conor’s piece was passed around, all around the predominately all-female faculty at FNHS, even in and out of the hands of the vice principal Lillian Mills, who happened to be Conor’s Godmother, with whom he lived, after the initial hurt and hard feelings, they were all almost immediately given over to the solitary notion, an almost collectively, self-imposed mission, to utterly convince this young stranger in a strange land, that maybe, just maybe, he was wrong about school, especially their beloved FNHS, or, as it just so happens, maybe he was really right.

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LOF New Release: Weird Sex Tales: Apparently My Girlfriend’s Grandma Has A Knack For Sucking The Truth Right Out Of Unsuspecting Young Men

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Weird Sex Tales: Apparently My Girlfriend’s Grandma Has A Knack For Sucking The Truth Right Out Of Unsuspecting Young Men by Byzantine Thomas

Did you know a compulsive liar’s worst enemy is a sexy old lady with a knack for sucking the truth out of unsuspecting young men?

Weird Sex Tales. That’s what you got on your hands, now. Little Weird Sex Tales. Not my problem anymore.

Excerpt:

“Why don’t you have a seat here with me.”

“Um. I’m okay. Here.” He gulped back his nerves a little, feeling himself already starting to perspire, especially when he realized he may or may not have still been packing some serious heat in the shape of a big bulge in his jeans, which, as it turned out, he was, which really made him pissed at himself, especially since there was absolutely no doubt his girlfriend’s grandma had noticed.

“Are you? Standing there? With your legs so tired?” She raised her eyebrows. “From doing whatever you’ve been doing down in the basement with our sweet little Rachel?”

“Um. Yes.” He gulped again.

“Well. I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist. Please. Sit down. Right here next to me.” She patted the bed next to her.

“Okay…” He nodded, and complied, feeling a bit silly.

“Good. You stay right there.” Angela suddenly got up and walked over to her bedroom door and closed and locked it.

Seeing this, Kurt gulped yet again.

Then, Angela, on her way back over to the bed, she stopped at her dresser and slid her robe off, revealing her nearly naked, surprisingly shapely, surprisingly slim body, wearing nothing but a white bra and panties. She gave Kurt a big smile.

Kurt smiled politely back at her.

Then, Angela headed back over and sat down right next to him, and when she did, she set her hand on the big bulge in his jeans. “Kurt, you don’t mind if I put my hand here, do you?”

“Um. No.” He gulped one last time, scared even more shitless than before.

“Oh, but I think you do,” she said and gave his bulge a light squeeze.

“No. I don’t,” he struggled to say.

“Kurt?” She gave another maybe not so light squeeze this time. “Rachel told you about me, didn’t she?”

“Um. No.” He struggled to maintain his polite smile.

“Honestly, Kurt.” She smiled back at him, as she started to massage his big bulge. “There really is no reason for you to even try and fight me on this.”

“I’m not…” he said lightly.

Oh, please…” she said, rolling her eyes and shaking her head, as she kneaded his big bulge even harder. “You’re fighting me every step of the way.”

“I’m not…” he was barely able to say.

“Then, I suppose you wouldn’t mind if I let this big boy out?” she said, as she started to undo his jeans. “Would you?”

Nope…” He sighed heavily, as his big thick cock suddenly sprung free from his unzipped jeans. However, it was only free for a millisecond, as she immediately wrapped her extremely soft and smooth fingers around it. “Not at all…

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LOF New Release: Now That’s Some Serious Fucking Campaigning: Episode 1 (Kimbie Ballard, Wife Of Ton Ballard Candidate For U.S. Senate)

Now That's Some Serious Fucking Campaigning: Episode 1 (Kimbie Ballard, Wife of Ton Ballard, Candidate for U.S. Senate)
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Now That’s Some Serious Fucking Campaigning: Episode 1 (Kimbie Ballard, Wife Of Ton Ballard Candidate For U.S. Senate) by Byzantine Thomas

I’m not usually political, but when one candidate’s campaigners made me come like crazy, that all changed. Now, that’s some serious fucking campaigning.

Now That's Some Serious Fucking Campaigning: Episode 1 (Kimbie Ballard, Wife of Ton Ballard, Candidate for U.S. Senate)Okay, so, I pretty much don’t give two shits about politics. I could care less which fat cat fuck occupies some position of power. They’re all crooks. So, why give a shit?

However, that all changed, dramatically, this last election, when one candidate in particular, or at least those campaigning under him, really turned me on to politics for the first time, making me come like crazy, especially when they did that little thing they did, to the very tip of my…what was I talking about?

Now, that’s some serious fucking campaigning.

Excerpt:

Kimbie sat down on the love seat, setting her purse and tote bag full of pamphlets and shit neatly down next to her.

I sat on the couch.

“So, why don’t you tell me about where you stand, politically.”

“Nowhere.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Sorry. I just don’t give a shit. Excuse my French.”

“No, no need. I understand.”

“Mainly because, well, mainly, politicians all seem, well, like scum. They’re not the worst kind of scum. They’re not child molesters. Or televangelists. They’re a little bit better than those. But, they’re still, technically, scum.”

Kimbie gulped. I thought she might start to cry. Or hit me.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t say all that. I’m sorry. That was rude. I’m just in a mood. I was writing. I was in the middle of something. And I just figured out where I want the protagonist to go in the next episode, and how I want to get him there. And I was writing full steam ahead. It’s erotica, so I’m basically a living and breathing horndog the whole time I’m in my office writing it. So, even while I’m sitting here, I’m suffering through some serious blue balls, which doesn’t exactly help the mood I’m in. So, please, forgive me. I didn’t mean to offend you.” I grimaced, I’m sure, after all that.

“That sounds like quite the dilemma.” She gulped again, sitting up slightly. “And, do forgive me, for interrupting you, and your writing.”

“That’s all right.” I smiled, halfway surprised she hadn’t bolted after hearing any number of the awful things I had said. To tell you the truth, I felt almost bad for trying to run her off.

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