Rajah Dodger on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Trial Period

Sat, 09 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000

PRELIMINARIES

“uhh - uhh - uhhhh YEAHHHHH!”

Brent grunted and arched backward, cum spewing through his clenched fingers, legs splayed as he watched Stacy pinch her big nipples and call out his name over and over. Her voice echoed and vibrated with undeniable passion, eyes staring hotly into his, bouncing up and down more and more urgently as his own orgasm approached -

Then the video shut off, and he was just fisting himself, spewing against the underside of his desk and onto the carpet, groaning. She had been THAT close! The website prompt showed him how many credits he had left, and it wasn’t enough to get something really satisfying. Frustrated, Brent pushed his chair back away from the computer, got up on shaky legs, and padded naked and sticky to the bathroom in order to clean himself up.

DaddysDolly

Sun, 01 Feb 2026 00:00:00 +0000

Frank looked up and down the length of the corridor, breathing through his COVID mask. The fluorescent ceiling panels flickered but everything was quiet as he slid the key into the top door lock. He held his breath as he tried to turn it, but then the resistance stopped and the bolt slid back into the door. One more breath, and the bottom lock yielded as well.

The door knob turned smoothly, and the door opened to let Frank inside. He closed the door just as the sound of the elevator came from the end of the corridor. He glanced at his watch: Seven-fifteen. The conference dinner and speeches would be going for two hours minimum, and there was a half hour drive to get here if every traffic light was green. Time to get started.

Looking for Lewd

Sat, 24 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000

Looking for Lewd (in all the right places)

Officer Escobedo opened the door of the adult movie theatre and stepped from the hundred-degree heat into blessed air conditioning. There had been a series of confused calls to the station house about lewd behavior, and Carlos had drawn the assignment. He looked around the lobby, which was empty save for the plump older brunette at the ticket and snack counter who was talking on a cell phone. He walked over and flashed his badge, explaining that he needed to go inside to check out some complaints. The woman shrugged and waved him toward the curtained entrance, still busy with her phone call.

The Invisible Neighbor

Wed, 28 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000

The Invisible Neighbor

“I’m going to bake her a banana cake, that’s what I’m going to do! You have to open your door when a neighbor brings a cake!”

Greg put down his coffee cup and looked wearily at his wife, the adorable and sexy love of his life. Madelyn had seen the couple next door the day they moved in, but since then she’d only seen the husband leave and return. She hadn’t seen the man’s wife a single time in two weeks, not even to go out and get the mail, and she was utterly obsessed by it. Greg, on the other hand, came from the “good fences make good neighbors” school of thought. “It’s none of our business, dear, if the neighbors are standoffish. Maybe she’s agoraphobic. Maybe she’s got something contagious.”

Our Miss Spinks

Tue, 20 Sep 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Rebecca Spinks teaches Classical Literature at the community college. It’s a required course, so her classes are normally filled with students who would rather admire her body then take notes. And no wonder – her lecturing style is boring as hell, but her outfits don’t attempt to downplay her chest and ass.

It’s a mid-February morning, and the class and teacher are both restless. The lesson plan for the day lists Sappho, but Miss Spinks disappoints the students by explaining that only about 600 lines of Sappho’s actual poetry survive to the present day, and she won’t be reading any of it. The sorority girls in the back row look devastated. The football players look confused. Miss Spinks announces the mid-class break, and goes to get a cup of coffee and escape the hubbub behind her.