It came as a shock to people all over the country when the anouncement was made by the president on live tv. "I'm here to imform you that I will no longer be tolerating unruly juveniles, hormonal disrespectful teens, horny exhibitionists, and anyone else who thinks they can just get away with a crime just because they think it's a minor one or because t...
This is getting out of control. I've been in his class for just two weeks and already my grades are slipping. I have to start paying attention in class but I just can't seem to manage it and it's all his fault. Danny Cummins (name is a bit ironic isn't it?) my damn fine lecturer who has been filling my every waking moment. It's really bad. He was talking a...
I was sitting in my office, my feet on the desk drinking coffee and finishing the last bite of my bagel. It was a little past 7 in the morning, and the rest of the Social and Behavioral Sciences building was largely quiet. The newspaper sat unread on my desk, but I preferred to gaze out the window. One of the perks of teaching college in the searing heat of...
My latest Erotic Chapter from the Black Birds Rest. Story takes place before blind date but after crunk. I know the grammar may be off but tell me what you think of the story please. * After stopping at the store and picking up cups and napkins and plates, I was finally ready for my last class with Ms. Beckman. The paper goods where for a party we where ha...
Anzu is Japanese for Apricot. Part of my curriculum as a hospitality student is to have a wine class – a class that not only teaches me about the different grapes, but also allows me (and the other students of course) to taste. We would usually have 6 flights of wine, each about 2 to 3 oz full. Some people would spit their wine or just taste a bit, without...
Trevor hungrily watched the students begin to file in with Nikki and Edward in the front of the room laying down on the bed kissing passionately ignoring everyone as they came into the room. Student after student looked towards the bed with curiosity and surprise as Trevor smiled at them and asked them to take a seat in the auditorium. Other students came in...
Six-thirty blinked on Lauren's digital clock on the windowsill. For nearly ten bleary minutes, she'd been staring at the clock. -I start teaching school today.- It felt like an odd statement. Teaching had always come naturally to Lauren; deciphering information in multiple formats was easy. Though not an expert at the five-minute 'regurgitation' that was g...
A brief warning: this will be quick and trite. How is that different from anything else I write? Shut up, wise-ass. * * * * * I was sitting in class today, a morning in May, and I felt so hot that I was sure I would lose control at any moment. In fact, the only thing keeping me up was the erection I had gotten from dreaming about all the girls in my class...
As I sat inside my morning Creative Writing class with Professor Morrissey, I started to feel nervous because it was approaching the time when we'd have to share some of our poetry with the class. "Who wants to start?" Professor Morrissey said standing at the front of the class in a gray suit. He was in his late fifties with well-trimmed gray hair, but he...
It was a day after school, and I was meant to be catching up on some of my artwork that I had fallen behind in due to a few distractions in class, of the female kind, who I thought deserved my attention far more then my canvass. However, my appreciation for them was always been kept in my head, and they would only be able to suspect any form of lust or des...