Professor Days stood at the front of the room, tapping on her phone. I scowled down at my chemistry packet, hating NMR and all it stood for. We both checked the time repeatedly. Five minutes after class was supposed to start, Days sighed. "Well," she said, "it looks like nobody else is coming." There were only four people in the class, so it was very notic...
This letter appeared in the "Buxom Beauties" magazine on June 9, 1996: Dear Editor, Hi! My name is Courtney. I had the most breathtaking experience with an older woman earlier this year. And, as a lover of busty ladies and a faithful reader of your magazine, I just had to write and tell your readers all about it! First, let me tell you all just a little b...
I was terrified. Sitting alone in the hallway outside my classroom was creepy by itself; with half of the lights dimmed and the other classrooms closed and dark, I was beginning to feel like I was in a horror movie. One of those slasher ones where the dumb schoolgirl trips over nothing and gets cut to ribbons. On top of that I had to stay behind so I could...
Susan woke up early the next morning, went to her gym, did her usual routine and then headed to her office in the early morning to work on paperwork and answer emails from prospective students. It was a slow time of the school year, with finals done and graded, the administration was preparing a round of advertising schemes to help find more "clients" for th...
In the wash of new light, Tristy sat in a boring lesson. Yawn. "Waverly, Waverly, Waverly," Tristy sang to herself in a daze. Oh, with Tristy and her dear Waverly currently walls apart, Tristy longed for her girlfriend's presence. With her hands on her cheeks, her elbows on the desk, Tristy rocked her head from side to side as she dreamt of her dear Waverly...
Lydia stood nude in front of the mirror and looked at her 40-year-old body which had had two lovers before marriage and a husband. Firm breasts, flat stomach, big bush, nice thick thighs, all this added up to a sexy woman, she assured herself. Her spectacles gave her an intellectual look, a look that made Steve fall in love with her a month back. Lydia, an E...
This is for bridgetkeeney, whose “Itchy Nipples Challenge” thread in the Author’s Hangout Forum provided the inspiration. And a good thing, too, as Rhia and Dorothy had languished too long. I Dorothy Warner inscribed a large “C-” on the first page of the essay. She held her pen poised, ready to scribble a caustic comment about using a spell-check. Her hand...
S.L.U.T.S : Syndicate of Lesbian Unions Training School. Professor Clitoris Cuntlick, Doctor of Dildoes, Erogenous Emeritus, Dean of Postgraduate and Workplace Sex Studies yesterday delivered the First Annual Report of S.L.U.T.S. She said: "Ever since we passed the new laws which guaranteed all lesbians the right to collectively organise within their own u...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS IS A SEQUEL TO "TURNING TEACHER'S PET INTO TEACHER'S SLUT," BUT THIS STORY CAN ACT AS A STAND ALONE IF YOU DONT WANT TO READ IT. ANYONE CAN ADD TO THE STORY, AND I WOULD MORE THAN APPRECIATE ANY COMMENTS OR HELPFUL TIPS. THANK YOU FOR READING, AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE STORY. Sarah was happy to finally be in college. It was somet...
I had just completed my sophomore year in college. I grew up in Boston and had spent my entire life in New England. Now I was attending one of those prestigious but rather prim ‘seven sister' colleges of which my mother and my two older sisters were both alumni. And that was after years at a dreary preparatory school my mother, too, insisted I attend. After...