The Headmaster, Chapters 1 to 11

Chapter 9 The Aftermath ∞ Silence, like drifting feathers after a pillow fight, floated down over the clearing. The look of anger and determination in the girl’s eyes changed to a look of realization and then to worry. Reality set in, the reality of what she had done, the reality of her innocent past lost, and the reality that she had taken the life of another, seemed to wrap itself around her neck. Decker’s reality changed too. His reality, up until that point, was that he was to be a hero. His dreams told him that much, but his perception of...

Some time ago, when my job was not going so well, I decided to rent out the two spare bedrooms in my house, for extra income. I placed an ad for the two furnished rooms and got plenty of responses right away. I expected to go through an extensive interviewing and screening process. As it turned out, I found my tenants right away. The first respondents who called and came by ended up renting both rooms. On the Saturday after I got the call, they came by. It was a beautiful Spring day. Sunny and just the right temperature. I was...

CHAPTER FIFTEEN We started off the following year even more hectic than the previous one. The restaurant had taken off much faster than anticipated and Michelle was working twelve to fourteen hour days. She had hired Eddie Sampson as manager which kept her free to deal with the kitchen. She had also hired another cook and one more waitress. By June on most nights you would have to wait for a table between thirty and forty-five minutes. Michelle was getting home until after midnight on most days. On July first of that year, I was sitting on the sofa watching television...

Dani was a 15 year old French stunner! She had long blonde hair down to her ass, perfect breasts, flat stomach and long legs. Trouble was … she was my cousin. She lived with her mum in France and I only saw her during her school holidays. This summer she had come over with her little sister and because her dad was at work during the day, I had to look after them. They learned my usual routine when my parents were away; play guitar, get some food, play PC games, play guitar, get some food! That late evening though, when...

By 9 am local time Rick Cheney and I was airborne, flying north from Negombo, Sri Lanka to Ordos, Inner Mongolia, China. Our aircraft was heavier by two passengers, an alabaster English brunette with a damaged past and a fiery Irish lass with flaming red hair and a passion to match. After achieving altitude, my prototype aircraft had adapted its aerodynamics to its ultra-sleek configuration for speed. A direct route to our destination would only take a couple of hours in flight, but we could not risk detection flying northeast over the Bay of Bengal and then across the most populous...

Last Train to Locarno. Miranda saw her on the station platform. In truth she was hard to miss. There were not many things to attract the attention on a wild Monday night in April on the platform of Zurich Hauptbahnhof. The handful of passengers waiting for the last southbound train of the night were huddled protectively over their luggage, their collars turned up against the cold wind that penetrated along the lines. Trains arrived, streaked with rain; their windows misted with condensation and stood dripping at the platforms discharging discontented looking passengers who hastened away, eager to be shut of their...

I couldn't tell you when these 'games' started or when i started to want my sister so much i could taste her. All I know is that it could only have been around summer when i was around 15. My sister is a year older and we've always had a strange rivalry that i guess could be more common among brothers than two siblings of opposite gender. Don't get me wrong, though, my sister is in no way, shape or form reminiscent of a guy. Oh no indeed. Her name is Kaeri, weird spelling i know but bear with me, my...

Before I began I want to start out by describing my self. I’m a 17-year-old boy in good shape. I have long blond hair that I let grow down until it almost covers my eyes. I’m about 6’ 3” and have a very large cock. And because of that fact I am not a virgin. In fact I think I’ve fucked every girl in my high school. I rang the doorbell and then shifted my feet nervously. After a moment or two the door opened. Standing there was the hottest babe I had ever seen. There is no other way to...

The Making of a Damaged Man • This is my first story. The first part will have little to no sex as I am going to start with a back story which is based on my life. The events that I will be writing about have happened to me. The names will be changed to protect the not so innocent. I will switch to fiction when the revenge starts, but I feel the back story or history whichever you may call it is important to understand where the main character is coming from. Now here is the question will he be...

As we made our way home I said, “I can’t believe you did that Mary Ann after everything we talked about today.” “Me either but she seemed so nice and she was so beautiful I felt sorry for her. First being cheated on and then going six months without sex made me want to have you help her out.” “That’s fine but I want you to know that spending time with you was the best part of my day. We had a lot of laughs, got to get out together and had quite an adventure. Would you agree?” She said, “I...