6/30/2005
Volume I Issue VII

Good morning!

Let me apologize for taking so long between the posts. I have taken a trip and am in North Carolina using dialup. I don't know how those of you who have it can live!

In this issue you will see a slight change in layout and find a new featurette and a new featured site.

Enjoy!


Featurette

Persistance Pays 
(cowritten with guest author Doogooder)

-Continued from vI iVI-

Professor Tyra Hardesty was the youngest professor on campus. Men flocked to her Women's Study course just to drool over her tight young body. She stood only 5' 1", but her body was nearly flawless, at least to their eyes. Her 34Cs were perky and perfectly rounded, her waist was thin, her hips a nice compliment to her chest; all together the perfect hourglass figure.
 
However once in her class, her male students found it to be no easy chore to keep their GPA up. She was a tough lesson giver and her exams were a nightmare. The material covered was fairly easy...if you were a woman. Prof Tyra, as she prefered to be called, seemed to favor the women, shrugging off their higher averages to them having insight into the material from personal experience.
 
But one male student wouldn't stand for it any longer. He'd busted his ass all semester and wasn't happy with the 69.4 he'd recieved on this last major exam. He wanted the grade he felt he deserved and headed to Prof Tyra's office that Friday, just before the end of her office hours. He'd work her all weekend if he had to, he was getting that A!

He went up the three sets of stairs to her office taking them two at a time.  He wasn't sure why Prof. Ta-Ta's, as all the male students referred to her, had such an attitude toward her male students.  They had worked just as hard as the women, but the women always got ahead.  Maybe that was it.  She preferred her own sex to the opposite.  He might have to do something about that.
 
Down the marbled hallway he went.  Each step echoing down the deserted passageway.  Hers was at the very end.  Some how, though young, she had fanagled the office with the best view on campus.  'Probably from spreading her legs to right guy', he thought.  'or right little slut'.
 
Rocky, as he liked to be called, was old school.  He'd done his time working for the man and he was looking now to find a way up and out of the rut known better as his job.  He was never afraid of hardwork and his lean body and chisled facial looks looked good on a man approaching forty.  The gray in his temple gave him respect amoung his male peers and darting glances from the older female prof's.  He had scored an A with these tools before, he'd score another again.  To have a young woman, girl is what he really thought, hold him back for no good reason was inexcusable in his mind.
 
He stood at the office door, raised his hand preparing to knock, then hesitated.  Rocky knew this could easily be one of those life changing moments.  Should he be hard and brash or should he try sweet talk Prof. Ta-ta's.  He took a last deep breath and knocked.




 

Featured Site:

Author / alias: "Remittance Girl"
Website: 
Remittance Girl's Writing 


Excerpt from Most Recent Posted Story: The Curse

....The old tile bathroom was cool and dark. Vanessa turned the cold tap on full and let the tub fill while she hunted for her lavender aromatherapy oil. It was supposed to help with too much 'chi' energy whatever that was.

Once she'd found it and poured a liberal amount in the tub, she shed her sticky clothes and stepped into the water. It felt deliciously cool. Usually, Vanessa had a hard time getting into a swimming pool, but today the cold bath seemed just perfect. She lay back, submerging her whole body.

In the murk of the room, she gazed down over her body. It was a nice body, a comfortable one. Not like a fashion model's but still nice. Models never had any tits, but she did. And men liked tits, no matter what the women's magazines said. Come to think of it, she liked tits - she liked her tits. She watched them jiggle buoyantly in the water, the chill teasing her nipples erect. With two forefingers, she traced the circumference of each dusty pink areola and watched them pucker under her touch. Then she gave each nipple a sharp tweak. The sensation sent little electric shocks straight down to her cunt, making her clit throb. She spread her legs a little in the water, letting the cold currents slide between them.....


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5/26/2005
Volume I Issue VI

Good evening!

I must first apologize at how long it has taken to get this sixth issue out. Family is visiting and I'm finding the urge to have children rapidly growing. Probably for the best I'm single again, no?

This issue is the last portion of Snared By A Stranger. A new Feature Article is showcased. Let me know what you think!


Feature Article

Snared By a Stranger
(cowritten with guest author Todd)

-Continued from vI iV-

Her cowboy continues at a slow pace so his rock hard cock can feel every inch of her tight wet pussy. She follows steadily along as she places both hands on his chest and walks them backward as she raises up, pushing him deeper and deeper into her. She begins to take the reigns, slamming down onto him harder and faster. He is about to cum so he violently pulls her back down to slow her gyrations. He grabs her face and begins to kiss her again then looks into her eye and says, "I want to taste you, Kitten" then grabs her by the neck and back, whips her around. Suddenly she is looking up at her lover!!

"Oh!" she exclaims in surprise and smiles the most impressive mischivious smile she can. "Mmmm...you going to try to ride me, cowboy?"

A soft gutteral growl reverberates through him, "Try? I've tamed the wildest of bulls, you're no different!...But first...." He trails off as he pulls out and leaves kisses from her mouth to her neck to her breasts, stopping and paying extra attention to her nipples, then down to her stomach. She starts to giggle and squirm as well as moan as his scrubby face makes its way to her soul of existance. On his way down he picks up the hat that had fallen onto bed during the ruckus. He pulls her hips to edge of the bed and places the hat on her quivering abdomen, dotted with beads of perspiration.

She looks down toward him and realizes she cannot see him. Then she's startled "Ohhh" she moans, as she feels his lips softly kiss her inner thigh, first the right then the left, with each kiss he makes his way in close and closer to her sweet spot.

Unable to view his work, she tilts her head back and anticipates each kiss and tickle of his scratchy face. Just a breath away he stops. She moans and wriggles to try to get closer, but he pulls back. Her arms are now above her head, pulling at the sheet, "Pleeease?" He lets out another low growling laugh as he kisses her wet kitty; her surprise causes her to jump a little, which only leads him to laugh more. She moans and tries to refrain from grinding his face; he's setting the pace he wishes to go. His laugh turns to a maon; she tastes so delicious and sweet! He can't get enough and begins to lap his tongue faster, thinking he'll go insane if he doesn't get more of his sweet little treat.

He begins to suck on her clit as he slowly slides a finger in to her sweet spot. He curls his finger to tickle her g-spot, her moans transform into screams of extacy. Still licking every inch of her dripping wet pussy he slides a second finger in as she moans and writhes in delite! "Oh my god baby!" He continues his unwavering service to her kitty as she arches her back more and more.

He wraps his arms around her hips and rolls her on to her stomach. "All fours" he says forcefully.

She does it with the motion of a gazelle, just waiting to see what he'll do next. He places soft wet kisses on her firm, round bottom. She moans, then whimpers. He senses her dissapointment then suddenly spreads her ass and takes one big, long, hard lick from her clit to her asshole. "OOHHH" she yells. He then rolls over. He places his hands on her ass and begins to suck on her pussy again, much to her delight. While on all fours she lowers her head and peeks under her arm to see him. She cranes her neck around to view him on his tiptoes with his rock hard cock straight in the air. This sight makes her cum and gush all over his face.

After she stops shaking she says in her most forceful voice, "What are you staring at Fuck me again!!" As he stands there with his cock in his hand, her still on her hand and knees, she wiggles her ass. "C'mon fuck it" she says again. He moves up toward her ass, high in the air. She is looking back at him. He takes the head of his dick, fat and pink and begins to tickle her clit with it, she whimpers. At once he slams his cock all the way in, his hips slapping against her ass. SLAM-SLAM-SLAM. His big balls are bouncing off of her clit, she drops to her elbows and grabs a pillow to muffle her screams.

She's running on nothing but the pleasurable endorphins being released, enjoying his cock slamming deep within her. Her screams are muffled by the pillow, and during a momentary pause, he leans down and whispers in her ear, "Mmm...It's my turn...". She moans out as his cock pushes as deep inside as it can, growing as thick as it can. He's close and getting closer, pumping harder and harder, throbbing in time with his hands' tweaking of her nipples. "Ohhh yeeeaaah, this cowboy loves his little lady." He stands back up, cock still burried deep, his hands trailing from her breasts to her back down to her ass.

Suddenly feathers fly; she pulls the pillow apart as she screams out, her orgasm filtering through her. *SMACK* He slaps her ass hard as he growls "MY turn!" Her clenching pussy gets the best of him though he tries to hold off, tempt her to one more. Too long he'd been without a woman; too long had he held himself back with this sexy nymph!

He stops his thrusting but she doesn't, her soft wet pussy gently caressing his cock slowly in and out as if she was polishing it with the juices she sprayed all over his dick. He wipes the sweat from his forehead as he looks down on her body on her hands and knees, perspiration glistening from her neck, back and ass. Suddenly he pulls out and in one swift motion he flips her on her back, grabs her hips and pulls her to him and thrusts his throbbing tool into her again. With the forces of the gods he slams his cock in deeper and deeper, her moans becoming screams of passion, noises and sounds resonating every time their pelvises clash.

She moans to him, "Don't cum in me, I want to taste you." These words excite him to the brink. He pulls out and she sits up and grabs his cock with both hands and brings it to her lips. She begins to stroke his cock and suck on the head. She feels he is ready to let lose, so she stops sucking, keeping one hand stroking and the other cluthing his firm, clinched ass. As she grabs his ass she opens her mouth wide, looks up at him and strokes his cock as he shoots his hot wad into the back of her throat. His groans echo in the oversized hotel suite. As she looks at the sweat rolling down his rippled abs, she squeezes out every drop and licks his shaft, it's covered with her juices and her hands are slick and shiney.

She then realizes, as she is sucking on the head of his cock looking for remnents of sweetness, just how wet she was and how great her orgasms were. She pulls his cock out of her mouth for the very last time, still with a firm grip, throws her head back and closes her eyes and swallows down every last bit of his milky delite. "Ahhhhhh" she said as she wiped the rest from her lips.

Her fantasy, turned reality was over.

The End



Continuing next issue:
[Un-Named Tale] CoAuthor: DooGooder
Professor Tyra Hardesty was the youngest professor on campus. Men flocked to her Women's Study course just to drool over her tight young body. She stood only 5' 1", but her body was nearly flawless, at least to their eyes. Her 34Cs were perky and perfectly rounded, her waist was thin, her hips a nice compliment to her chest; all together the perfect hourglass figure.
 
However once in her class, her male students found it to be no easy chore to keep their GPA up. She was a tough lesson giver and her exams were a nightmare. The material covered was fairly easy...if you were a woman. Prof Tyra, as she prefered to be called, seemed to favor the women, shrugging off their higher averages to them having insight into the material from personal experience.
 
But one male student wouldn't stand for it any longer. He'd busted his ass all semester and wasn't happy with the 69.4 he'd recieved on this last major exam. He wanted the grade he felt he deserved and headed to Prof Tyra's office that Friday, just before the end of her office hours. He'd work her all weekend if he had to, he was getting that A!


Note From MidnightVoice:
As you can tell, a nice twist to the Professor/Student stories, which happen to be a favorite of mine. You'll also see Secretary/Boss stories as well.

BedsideReads is an online electronic magazine published on a semi-regular basis. If you would like to subscribe, go to the main page and enter your email address in the appropriate box. Suggestions, questions, and complaints should be directed to the editor, Midnight Voice. CoffeePress reserves the right to edit and maintain any submitted work; any submitted work becomes the sole property of CoffeePress, however the original author maintains authrorship.

Posted at 20:40 by Midnight Voice

 




5/16/2005
Volume I Issue V

Good afternoon! Or should I say 'Good evening'?

In this issue, you will be pleased to find Haloscan--commenting is now available! I've had a few emails asking for commenting of some sort, and I've had tremendous success with Haloscan in the past, so I decided that would be used here.

The Featured Article, Snared By a Stranger, is almost complete. Look for the ending in the next issue or the one after that. Depends on how long I wish to drag it out. I will try not to drag it out too long; already I've got the next Featured Article set up. Needs a title though. It's coauthored by the first ever Guest Article author, DooGooder. Together we've come up with a common scenario with a surprising twist. I'm enjoying it, I know you will too (I mean, c'mon, who doesn't love professor/student situations?).

There is not Guest Article this issue. However, there is a Featured Blog. Yup. 'Nother new installment. Not always to be included either. I just figured that it should be mentioned. I enjoy reading it and I'm sure you will too.


Feature Article

Snared By a Stranger
(cowritten with guest author Todd)

-Continued from vI iIV-

She sucks him all the way in, all the way to his hilt...*SNAP*. She deep throats him for a minute, long enough to get him almost to the edge..*SNAP*. He moans and reaches for her hair, he just wants to run his fingers through; his fingers brush her forhead as she looks up...*SNAP*. She pulls her mouth away, trailing precum and saliva...*SNAP*. "Mmmm...let's put this away for now, shall we?" she says as she sets the camera aside. She siddles up him, kissing and licking from tip of his cock, up his wonderful abs, up his chest, and stops at his stubbly chin. She carefully pulls her legs up so that she's straddling him, pushing his hard cock into his stomach. "Now, my dear, I shall save a horse...." She winks at him and gives him that deadly venomous grin of hers.

Frankly he is relieved the photo shoot is over. She bends down, her long wonderful brunette mane falls into his face. With one sweep of her hand, she flips her illustrious locks to one side. Creeping toward his face, her ruby red lips meet his, they become locked in a wet passionate kiss. His tongue begins exploring every inch of her scrumptious mouth. She inches closer toward him, rubbing her dripping wet pussy over his stiff shaft. She is so wet he can feel the warmth of her juices on his cock and now on his stomach. He is kissing every inch of her amazing face and slowly slips a hand between her legs and slides a finger into her. She moans as she kisses him harder and begins to move back and forth slowly on his hand. She is dripping all over him. The tickle of one finger drives her as she slowly grinds on his hand. Her juices drip down on him, allowing him the pleasure of rubbing against her soft thighs. One of her hands is on his shoulder supporting her, the other is massaging and caressing his muscular arm. Her moans mix with his between their fused lips.

His hand slowly pulls out, and he smiles into their shared kiss as her ass tries to follow his hand. He caresses her ass as he leads it atop his solid cock. He desperately wants to be inside her and he knows she's aching for him too. With his other hand he grabs the back of her neck, not wishing to break their kiss as he enters her. He moves slow, too slow for her tastes, but he holds her firm; her head pinned in place, her ass held aloft--he's in control for the moment, and he wants to savor every precious second he is joined with this devilish nymph....



Featured Blog:

Authors / aliases: "Demon Queen" & "Demon King"
Website: 
Realm of the Demon Queen



Excerpt from Most Recent Post

....
On the pretense of reaching for the toothpaste, I put one arm around your waist to pull you to the side, but my other reaches under the towel, sliding past that place where your ass joins your thighs, portal to the place I was in while we shared the shower.

"Don't, I'm already late because of you!"

I persist, lightly stroking your labia, still wet from the shower, from me, from you, swollen, the perfect soft membrane wetness of the inside of you peeks outwardly, my finger finding the glide into you....


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Posted at 18:41 by Midnight Voice

 




5/10/2005
Volume I Issue IV

Good afternoon!

In this issue you will find a new section: Guest Article. In this section I will place an article that I find intriguing and interesting and worth sharing. This feature will not always be included, but when it is, you will know that it will be good.

Also included is another section of the feature story. If you notice a growing trend, the sections featured are getting longer and longer. This is due to the fact that I am trying to find a length that I am comfortable with in the articles. After enough features stick, I will begin a Contents portion with click-view, and for that, the articles need to be a decent length. I do, however, enjoy the tease the story is; I mean if you get the whole thing in one lump, you might not show back up for more, will you?


Feature Article

Snared By a Stranger
(cowritten with guest author Todd)

-Continued from vI iIII-

As he stumbles backwards, she's snapping pictures. His foot catches on the edge of the bed and he tumbles onto his back...*SNAP* *SNAP* *SNAP*. She giggles as she walks to the space between his legs, thrown over the edge. She bends down far enough to pull his shirt all the way off him, fingers trailing across his chest as she stands back up...*SNAP*. With a mesmirizing grin, she hands the camera back to him. He warily takes it into his posession, knowing she's up to something. As she stands back up he snaps another picture *SNAP* : she's bent halfway over his halfdressed body in the picture.

She's standing only a second before she slowly drops to her knees, the smile never leaving her face. She rests her hands on his thighs, staring into his eyes...*SNAP*.

As she stares into his weathered eyes, she begins to press her palm on to the big bulge in his jeans. "I feel it it throbbing, you think it's smothering in there, should we give him some air?" She starts to stroke him from the outside of his jeans, the whole time gazing into his eyes with her trademark grin. She lowers her face to his crotch and begins to caress his manhood with her cheek as she runs her hand across his rippled mid section. The camera lay next to him in his unclinched hand, no longer able to take photographs.

"I can't take this baby, stop teasing!" he says in a fractured, scratchy voice. She knew then, she was in total control for the moment.

She lifts up her head to see a big shiny belt buckle. "I like this, can I have it?" she says as she unbuckles his belt. He can't speak, all she hears is constant sighs and the anticipation in his begging grunts. She unzips his jeans and pulls back his boxer briefs to expose the source of the throbbing. She looks at it and back up at her camera cowboy. She then takes his cock in her hand, grips the shaft and says "Pink, hard, beautiful and just the right size....."

She leans down to lick it, but stops short, her head jerks up, her eyes lock on his, already half glazed with anticipation. "Where's your camera, cowboy?" she asks, her smile gone. Caught off guard, it takes him a minute to realize what she's saying and struggles to get the camera, inches from his fingers. "Well?" she arches her brow, smile returning. He grabs the camera and fumbles to get it righted....*SNAP*.

"Shit" he mumbles; he took a picture of the ceiling! Her smile broadens into the most lustful devilish grin yet. He gets the camera steadied and just as he clicks the shutter button, she licks the tip of his gorgeously engorged member. He fights to keep the camera steady while she starts to stroke him, eyes still locked on his, tongue giving his tip a kitty-bath.

She then closes her eyes and gingerly presses his warm stiff cock against his stomach. She smells his balls, "Ahhhh, what a sweet, sweet smell. It's making so wet!" She begins to lick his balls, up and down, then one by one she sucks them into her hot wet mouth as she strokes his huge shaft with her free hand. The grunts and groans from her cowboy get her even more excited. His balls are drenched with her saliva. She looks up at him, his eyes are closed and sweat beading up on his forehead. She continues stroking his beautiful, hard dick, this time with both hands, very slowly, he looks up and is startled "Right, right, I forgot" *SNAP* *SNAP*.  As he looks away from the viewfinder into her eyes, she gets that grin then opens her mouth wide to...*SNAP*....



Guest Article:

About the author:

Name/alias: "DooGooder"
Website: 
DooGooder's Story 


Crystal orgasm

I was thinking in metaphors this morning. The one that rolled around in my head was the female orgasm.

It is like a crystal wine glass. You dip your finger in the wine to get it moist. Glide it along the rim slowly as you listen to the pitch of the glass and the vibrations build under the administration of your digit. It slowly grows in volume. The crystal shutters more intensly with each rotation until finally the crystal lattices within can no longer remain bonded. The intense frequency energy finally tears the molecules apart and the once stoic glass shatters into tens of thousands of tiny shards.

How many crystal glasses have come undone today, I wonder.



Enjoy your day!

BedsideReads is an online electronic magazine published on a semi-regular basis. If you would like to subscribe, go to the main page and enter your email address in the appropriate box. Suggestions, questions, and complaints should be directed to the editor, Midnight Voice. CoffeePress reserves the right to edit and maintain any submitted work; any submitted work becomes the sole property of CoffeePress, however the original author maintains authrorship.

Posted at 16:34 by Midnight Voice

 




5/9/2005
Volume I Issue III

Life has gotten in the way of writing! That's NOT too great, is it? But what is great is the way this story is being pieced together. This issue contains a small bio of Todd, the guest author, at the end of the excerpt.


Snared By a Stranger
(cowritten with guest author Todd)

-Continued from vI iII-

H wants to touch her, to devour her, but he can't seem to bring himself to put down the camera. Such an opportunity to capture this amazing creature forever comes along once in a lifetime. He gets cocky and decides to direct her. "Move your arms above your head, *SNAP**SNAP* "Arch yor back a bit more, show me those delicious breasts" . *SNAP*. Some moisture above his brow begins to glisten, the room temperatue begins to rise or is it him and her?  "Spread your knees apart a little bit baby, I need a glimpse of your sweetness". As she moves her body to his direction, his voice excites her more and more....*SNAP*, *SNAP*

Her subconcious need to be dominated pushes her to listen to his direction, following every command that flows forth from his deep sexy voice. He's quite aroused, she can tell by the faint quiver in his timbre. Suddenly she slides off the dresser, the cowboy hat still low over her eyes and the only article on her...*SNAP*. She ducks her head, hiding her whole face beneath the hat...*SNAP*. He's so tall! Looking straight ahead she sees his muscular chest and broad shoulders, but looking down...her smile grows bigger.

His arousal is quite evident in the bulge in his jeans. His determination to keep photographing sways; such a gorgeous creature advancing on him...*SNAP*. Her hands sway out beside her, her nipples standing out...*SNAP*.

He glances back at the dresser from whence she slid; there, on the top, is a small dark spot. His jaw drops slightly at realizing it's her pussy juices; she's as turned on as he!! As she is stopped a foot in front of him, contemplating her next move, he takes a moment to point the camera at the dresser top...*SNAP* --but just as he does, he feels her hands on his chest. He holds the camera to his side, but continues his firm grip. His other arm comes up to lift the hat from her face showing her devilsh grin. "What a beauty you are" he says, caushing her to blush. She tries to put her head back down, but he grabs her chin and reaches down to kiss her again. She pushes him away and takes the hat completely off and throws it at him. He catches it at his chest, looking surprised and astonished. In a forceful voice she says, "Put it on!" He does, then she slinks over to him, standing inches from his throbbing manhood. She raises her hands up slowly and begins to unbutton his shirt to expose his well defined chest. She caressess his chest with both hands and his body quivers slightly. Then in one swift motion she pushes him away again with one hand and grabs the camera from him with the other....*SNAP*, *SNAP, *SNAP*.......

Continued next issue...

About the co-author:

Name/alias: Todd "Photodd"
Age: 36
Status: Married; no children
Known pets: Flick & Mojo
Occupation: Artist
Website: photoddaze 
Online work: photodd

Testimony:
I met Todd through Buzznet.com and  we quickly became friends. Todd is a photographer first and a workingman second. Our story began as two friends bouncing ideas for a photo shoot off each other. Email after email it grew. As of this moment, the story extends up to a possible 6th installment and is as hot as can be. After this, is there any chance of another tale from two friends? You'll just have to wait and see.

Here is a miniature bio in his own words:

I am kind of a corporate nomad...I work for the man, and I claim to not like it, because that's what artists do....."down with the man" Truth is, I like it fine, mainly because it only takes up part of my time. The rest I spend loving my family and dogs and photographing interesting and beautiful things. I am in my 30s but feel and act like I am 17, probably 'coz I fool myself into believeing it was my best year, just like most. I love my wife, my friends and my art.

There you have it. CoAuthor Todd.

Enjoy your day!

BedsideReads is an online electronic magazine published on a semi-regular basis. If you would like to subscribe, go to the main page and enter your email address in the appropriate box. Suggestions, questions, and complaints should be directed to the editor, Midnight Voice. CoffeePress reserves the right to edit and maintain any submitted work; any submitted work becomes the sole property of CoffeePress, however the original author maintains authrorship.

Posted at 07:37 by Midnight Voice

 




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This is a new project for me; never before have I had a place to post up all my stories and imaginings. Updates will be as often (daily at times) or as far between (sometimes up to a week) as I feel, though I will not try to keep you waiting long.

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