Dani was a regular Erasmus student, at the moment studying in Ljubljana, Slovenia. She was the typical Portuguese: Tanned, big hazel eyes, a 21 year-old brunette who adored her country more than anything, in spite of all the endearment she had for this amazing nation where she had settled down for a year. Dani had always known she was fond of women. Too fond...
At a high school in a small town, the Grade 12 students were getting ready for the upcoming prom night and for the following day's graduation ceremony at the local church. For some students, the high school years were the best time of their lives. On the other hand, for others, they just can't wait to get into the work force out of town never to return, or g...
Teacher's Perspective: The Kiss Professor Janson used her imposing 5'10" height to assert dominance as she carefully observed each student leaving her classroom. The Catholic university was strict about dress code, which seemed stuck in the 1950's. Plaid skirts, white button down shirts and cardigan sweaters were required. A delicate gold crucifix hanging o...
Prologue: Elle Cohen studied her reflection in the mirror and she could hardly believe her eyes. Her bare breasts -- round C cups -- were bound with soft black rope. The rope made exactly 3 loops around each breast, hooked around her shoulders, and circled the back of her neck to create self-bondage. Overall, the rope formed a makeshift bra that warped h...
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...
"Over the desk, you naughty little girl!" Cheryl smiled and leaned over at the waist placing her hands on the cold desk in front of her, her firm rounded bum stuck out under the little schoolgirl skirt she was wearing, the thin grey material dropping just below her bum on the top of the backs of her thighs. "I'm sorry Miss" she said with a grin as she felt...
"Mommy?" the nervous voice of Mary Grace Costello said into her cell phone as she looked at the woman who had brought her here after school, and while she was clearly fond of her gym teacher it was clear the instructor was not in a good mood. "Yeah, of course it's me. Um - I'm going to go to Linda's house after school. Kids are getting together for a little...
Two things were true about Cassandra Smith. She was undoubtedly one of the most dedicated professors on campus. And she had a tendency to fantasize about female students, much to her own dismay. She'd proudly admit to the first. The second? She'd never tell another soul. Ever. Her life took a striking turn mid-semester after a European History 205 class. S...
Whenever a girl like Samantha set her eyes on someone, it was practically a done deal. With her fiery red hair and piercing blue eyes, she was simply irresistible. It was no wonder she was the darling of the sorority. She always raised the most money for fundraisers too. That striking beauty she had. That witty personality. That natural glow she possessed....
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story takes place many years ago in the past. It is rather long, but it features many characters who appear in several of my other stories. The FTA, as mentioned in the beginning of the story, stands for Future Teachers of America. As always, if large age differences and butch/femme dynamic is not your thing, please skip this story. For e...