Leah Masters had been intensely attracted to her Senior English teacher from the very first moment she had laid eyes upon him. Whenever he looked her way Leah blushed crimson-red, whenever she thought about him she soon became moist between her thighs. She had the hots for her English teacher bad. Leah prided herself on her looks, and was very happy with he...
This is a private letter Yuka is writing, mostly for herself. But she doesn't know that XX is going to read it… Hi. My name's Yuka Kikuchi and I just turned eighteen yesterday. I know it's an important day in my life, the day I officially become legal, but somehow it doesn't have the luster it once did. I hate to admit it, but most of the things that were i...
Stan turned 18 the day after Memorial Day at the end of his junior year of high school. That meant that he could get a full time summer job and use the money to buy a car, because, as everyone knows, seniors who can drive their cars to school are much cooler than those who have to ride the big yellow bus. So when school started, Stan drove, and his two best...
There are things that you know you can never tell anyone else. This is for any number of reasons. Maybe it is because no one would believe the truth. Maybe it is things people are better off not knowing, things they wouldn't want to know. Maybe it is because you have done something that, in all probability, you shouldn't have gotten away with. For all o...
The class was nearly over. It would soon be home time. Billy Smith sat at the back of the room with Sam, watching the shapely form of the Head of the English department. "I want Billy to stay after class, please. We have to discuss your essay," announced Mrs Pokton, the object of their desire. The previous homework had been to write about a personal experie...
[Everyone in this story is 18 or over. Those offended by bodily functions should not proceed further.] Once more, with great affection, for Megs and Jen Andrea Creighton had been teaching history to seniors at the high school for only a few weeks when she found herself in a conversation with Linda Steele, an English teacher who was about the same age as An...
"Kampai!" rang out the voices in unison, accompanied by the sound of clinking glasses. Melissa smiled at the other teachers around her as she toasted the new arrivals and took a tiny sip of the beer. Since coming to Japan she had learned to drink the amber liquid, but not to like it. She set her glass down and looked around for the bottle of oolong-cha. The...
It turned out Akemi was fine, maybe just a little hung over from the night before. She didn't have COVID-19. We'd drunk more wine than usual. Our neighbor Henry stayed talking an hour and a half. We finished the bottle he'd brought. I'd talked to Henry about a course Akemi was in after she and I got close- our connection was a secret then from the other st...
It was a lovely Friday afternoon. Most of my students can't wait to hear the final bell and get ready for the weekend. The bell rang and school was out for the week. But one student caught my eye. He stood in front of my desk and he said, "Mrs. Daniel, I think you made a mistake with my grade." I looked at him and said, "What's the mistake Chris?" "Wel...
I first met Tuk because of two cartons of broken eggs. She was sitting in the gutter on Smith Street in the 'Thai Town' precinct of Sydney. She had with her some bags of recently-completed shopping but somehow the eggs had escaped one of the bags and now lay in a mess in the street. She was crying. "Can I help you?" I said, noticing a love-heart tattoo on h...