(This is just our third attempt at writing an erotic story. If you have positive comments, please feel free to leave them. If you don't like the interracial/black man-white female genre don't bitch, just keep it to yourself.) * It was Friday afternoon and school had just gotten out. My wife Connie taught art at a local School of the Arts and wasn't expecti...
Author's Note: This is my first story written and submitted to Literotica. I have multiple ideas and stories in progress that are related to or a continuation of this one. I'm very excited about continuing along this path and submitting more stories and I would love to hear feedback! Thank you! ***** It was 7:40. Her last conference of the night was in fiv...
This story is a work of fiction. All the characters in the story are 18+. ************* As I enter the University building, I sigh in relief. July had just started in Texas and the monsoon was already here blowing up my mind. I've never been a fan of monsoon and summers. It's ironic how my name is Summer but I don't like summers. I'm more like a winter gir...
The August morning of the Monday before school was blinding, and if it hadn't been for the mirrored sunglasses, Lauren would be squinting. Lauren braved running her bike over the small dirt piles left by the construction workers because they hadn't finished the soft-scape yet. She pulled up along side the bike racks and slowly put her battered sneaker to the...
Nick, who just turned 18, casually strolled through the hallways of his senior level high school, his pulse racing in preparation for his English Arts class. It wasn't because he had a test; it was because of Ms. Michel and her knee high boots and stockings. He had spent hours of class time observing her feet, listening to the click that her heel made as i...
Note: Please add to this story as much as you wish, and however you wish. You cannot make it overly violent. You must be of age to read this story. This is a completely fictional story. It is devoid of any actual feminist or political agenda, it is simply exploring the fetish of female on male domination. It’s a normal day in late spring in the classroom of...
I'd visited the place a few times, and she'd been my contact there. I'd not had big orders from them, but then it's a major thing for a place like that to transfer their supply on day one and place all their orders with a competitor, so it takes a little coaxing, over time to get them to do it all for you. I'd therefore visited my contact quite a few times...
"Tomorrow is the first day of junior year!" my roommate, Ellie, squealed as she threw a cheetah print pillow at my head. I dodged it and rolled over. "Some of us are trying to print our class list and syallabi for tomorrow." I sighed, managing to crack a small grin at her. "You are such a nerd, Abby, nobody brings anything to class on the first day!" she...
I'm one of the few male teachers at St Matilda's Academy for Young Ladies, an expensive English private school for the daughters of rather well off parents. I teach a final year class of eighteen to nearly nineteen year old girls, all seeming to want to outdo each other in showing off their wares in the shortest skirts and the tightest, thinnest blouses scho...
All teen characters in this story are of legal age. ***** He had driven the entire trip with the windows down letting the morning breeze flow through the car. Gerald McBride was wired and a little disheveled from a night of weirdness that began with sexual strangeness from his wife Jessica ending with her screaming at the top of her lungs for nearly an hou...