AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a newer, re-worked version of the story originally published in 2016. The story now has roughly a page and a half of new content, and the story has been adjusted for better sentence/word flow. As always...if student/teacher dynamic and large age differences are not your thing, please skip this story. For everyone else...please enjoy th...
"Hot day today, isn't it Mrs. C," Josh asked through the window. "Sure is Josh," I replied staring blatantly at his well-defined chest and six pack abs. Josh was a former student of mine, I taught him six years ago when he was a senior. I think that was about the time my husband said I didn't do anything for him and we quit having sex all together. I was c...
A warm spring afternoon greeted the students of Morris-Daye high-school as they spilled forth into the world as classes ended for the day. The hall quickly grew quiet within minutes, save for after school clubs and the athletes making their way to the gym or the sports fields. Half of the hallway lights automatically shut off within fifteen minutes of the fi...
My name is Georgia Antoine. I'm a six-foot-one, busty and delightfully voluptuous, big-bottomed young Black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Kennedy College, and currently I'm in my junior year. Life at Kennedy College is okay, if a little boring at times. That's why I make my own fun. This boring college campus is too tame...
Katherine Donnell is the name and sexual play is the nature of my game. I love to dominate ( and sometimes be dominated by ) other women and I include racial elements in my deeply sexual games. I'm a six-foot-one, lean and wiry young white woman of Irish descent living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I'm a student at Buffalo State University, majoring in p...
When I was a senior in high school, I learned that literature is not simply a collection of books, dusty words separated from life, distant, ethereal, somehow higher or better than the real world. Literature, I discovered, is as immediate and real as dirt, or sweat. It was my advanced placement English teacher who gave me that knowledge, and for that preciou...
Both the teacher, Etta Coughlin, and the student, Reena Patellan, were thinking the same thing at the same time: it was the middle of April 1955; the weather outside was wonderful, inviting, tempting. Yet here they both were, stuck indoors in a warm, dusty classroom. They blamed each other. Miss Coughlin was punishing Reena by making her write lines on the...
I still remember when I met the love of my life. The gorgeous Black woman of Haitian descent I would marry one fine day in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Ivy Saint Preux is her name. Six feet tall, lean and muscular, with jet-Black skin, and long Black hair braided into neat cornrows. Oh, and she also has big tits and a big round butt. A sexy Black godde...
(Written by a young lesbian, for lesbians). * Ms Scarlet glanced up from her papers, surveying the room of students over her reading glasses. It was Friday afternoon and the class of girls had started to buzz with restlessness. The teacher was in her 40's and stood 5"7 tall. She had worn her long hair out, shiny and carefully straightened; its dark tone be...
Lizzy Saunters sat nervously in her teacher's office as the taller blonde paced back and forth irritably. Liz was 5'6 and had long black hair that was currently done up in a quant ponytail as she had just come from cheerleading practice and was still in her red and white uniform. "What am I going to do with you, Liz?" Miss Alison Winters had caught...