A breast cast is made when a woman allows fresh plaster to be spread across her chest, and when it hardens over a period of time, it creates a perfect mold of her feminine features. It's pure art where mother nature is the true star. This process has been used by women with breast cancer for either their personal memories or public displays. The end resul...
Miriam Collier never went to work without the secure softness of a treasured scarf around her neck. The one she wore today was one of her favorites; a long silken creation which was hand painted in a wash of delicate blues and greens by none other than her dearest friend and fellow English teacher, Alice Stark. Miriam is an older woman; she turned 45 just a...
WRITER'S NOTE: THIS IS MY FIRST STORY. ANYONE IS WELCOME TO ADD TO THE STORY, OR TO CREATE ALTERNATE CHAPTERS. I WELCOME ANY CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM, ADVICE, OR WRITING TIPS. THANK YOU, AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOURSELF. The day started normally for 18 year old student, Sarah. She had woken up, showered, gotten dressed and gone to school. Her first class was mat...
"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...
"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...
A/N: this is part 1 of a 6-part series. ************** My name is Patricia and I have quite the story to tell. It all started when I was a child. My parents, both only children that had seen their own parents die when they were young adults, died in a car accident when I was 4 years old. My sitter, an elderly neighbor, could not take care of me so I was p...
Shanti Rangaswamy slowly straightened her skin, tried to smooth the wrinkles in her blouse and failed, then stood. She almost fell. Her legs were still weak and rubbery from the fantastic fucking that her young student had given her, she draped the sari around managed the petticoat somehow and moved out of the room. She hated herself for being so weak. It...
Hi everyone. After my first story was such a success, I got nervous about what to write next - what if I picked the wrong topic?! So I chose something significant to me. This is based on two real experiences in my life. The feelings were real. I hope you like it. * First, a bit of history... Ever since I started getting interested in other people as more...
Fanny regarded her teacher with fascination from where she sat at the back of the classroom. Qafira was so very thin. Were they all as thin as her where she came from? Almost all skin and bones. Hardly any fat on the woman at all. She knew that Qafira would get plenty of stick for her thinness. People would wonder whether she'd eaten well. Or whether she was...
Ah, the start of Christmas vacation! It's a greatly anticipated, magical time of the year; a welcome respite for students and teachers all over Thatcher Blake and the surrounding towns. Corny holiday music dominated the airwaves of every major radio station, students of all ages resurrected the age-old tradition of discussing the latest toys and trinkets see...