Hunger
is the Best Spice
A
soft, pleasant sensation roused Steve from his sleep. A wet,
lathering brushing onto the frenulum of his hardened dick. Stroke
after stroke, a relentless and unyielding pampering of his cock,
slathering a viscous, tingling fluid onto him.
Which
was a little alarming, because he couldn’t find his penis in his
room. He knew he’d left it on his nightstand yesterday, as he
always did.
Yet
it was missing. No trace was left of it, aside from the phantom
brushing.

Nurturing
the Class Pet (Pt. 1)
It
was a cold winter afternoon at Stellar Academy, a technical college
full of eager and talented students. The professor was showing off
some of the new robotic devices that he and the students had created,
demonstrating their unique functions and creative design. Most of
the students were avidly watching, excited about the cutting-edge
technology before them.
But
not Melissa. To be frank, this level of engineering was beneath her.
So
instead, Melissa sat near