Author's Note Thank you for all the encouraging emails and comments. I apologise this chapter took so long. Special thank you to Maonaigh for editing (I tinkered post edit). Enjoy and please, please let me know what you think. **************************** "Zara, two o'clock is the earliest I can manage, sorry hen," the man apologised in...
"Why did I do this to myself?" I thought, watching her set up in her new cubicle. It was August, the start of a new school year, and she was wearing a tank top and shorts that showed off her best assets; her long, athletic legs, and her tight round ass. I tried not to stare, even though she was facing away from me putting books on the shelves. "Why did I ch...
Alison sat there by the porthole window, bored, fiddling with the strap of her Leica camera, when is this contraption going to finally take off? she wondered, stuck in Paris aboard a decaying old Imperial Airlines bi-plane from Croydon that morning. They were headed for Marseilles on the next leg of her trip to Juba in the Anglo Egyptian Sudan. At Marseilles...
Kara bit her bottom lip nervously as she approached Amy's house. It was late Friday evening and the sound of her feet striding along the sidewalk seemed to be the only sound in the usually busy town. Even the black sky above seemed to be casting an ominous tone on the events ahead. Kara was a stunning twenty three year old with straight raven hair that casc...
Keeping my promise to my husband of answering any of his questions about my sex life, I am answering his question, "How did I learn how to ejaculate?" It was my first year of college, and I was taking my first women's studies course. We were reading novels and poems by women about being women. I loved the class. The professor gave us too much homework, but...
All characters depicted herein are 18 years or older. ***** Professor Adam Thatcher strode in through the door with his usual spry gate and telltale tattered black leather messenger bag swung over his shoulder. This day, she would not content herself with staring through the windowpane or finishing homework for other classes. This day, she was eager. "Go...
Don't call me Sappho. I don't consider myself a lesbian, not the way I understand that term, anyway. Alice and I have a lot of fun, a LOT of fun together. And yes, you could say that I love her. She loves me, too, but it's not a romantic kind of love. We are not mates. We don't plan to live together or get joint checking accounts or anything like that. I am...
CLICK, LATCH, CREeeaaaAK. Lesley followed Amber into the abysmal shadows of WoodShop. As Amber focused on packing her Student Assistant keys in the front pocket of her backpack, Lesley anxiously peered over her shoulder. Classroom utensils were put away. Chairs stacked atop tables. Drill chords rolled and wire-wrapped. "Why are we in here? I thought we wer...
Thank You to everyone for all the kind words. Feedback, comments and votes are always appreciated. -Monamante This is my last year at Calstate LA. I came in four years ago with a hope of getting an education, and that's exactly what I did. Educate myself on the wonders of a woman's body. I have had my fair share of women, but I don't do the relationship t...
Being a college professor came with more perks than I could have ever known. I tell you, the students these days are sexier and hornier and flirtier than I would have ever thought possible. Being a woman professor, it was difficult to get along with my mostly male colleagues but getting along with my students has never been a problem. Late in the spring sem...