Summer classes had always been a drag for me. The students were always more captivated by the rays of sunlight crashing through foggy classroom windows than with my explanations on how context was one of the most important aspects to master when translating a literary work. And more often than not the students were as fogged up as the windows were as they fo...
I wondered what I was dong here. I was standing on the porch of a little house in a quiet neighbor hood. I had just rung the bell and was listening to the tap of heels on the wooden floor as they approached. The reason that I was there was that I had been invited to a party. Our senior English teacher had invited her favorites from her class to come to an e...
Very often I have been asked by my dear readers (thank you) for translations of my german stories (which are the much longer ones, as it is my native language). It´s a real pity that my english is not good enough to do that, and it would also be to time consuming (I prefer to write new stories, as this is much nicer…). Anyway thanks for your interest. As a l...
It was now three days after the first night with April/Jim. I was still not sure how I felt about that encounter. It is not every day that a teacher has sex with a 19-year-old she-male former student. Especially one that basically blackmailed me into doing it. I have to admit though, by the end of the evening I had enjoyed our sex filled night. April had lef...
All characters are over 18. Chapter 1 It began on Facebook. Well, what story doesn't nowadays? I was looking through people's updates and I paused over a friend's photo of a trip to the zoo with her boyfriend. Some of her other Facebook friends had left appreciative messages and it was one of those that caught my eye. Not the message, which just said "Gorg...
My career as a singer had reached a plateau, and I knew I needed a more professional voice teacher. For years I had been in demand as a soprano in theater and opera productions. Never at the highest levels, mind you, but I was quite good and kept myself busy with concert dates. The years had taken their toll, and although I was still in my thirties, constant...
"How long have you had those, ahem, kind of fantasies, Thurgood?" Melanie Durocher asked, and the fifty-something, five-foot-ten, statuesque and plump, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, matronly Quebecer looked intently at the six-foot-tall, handsome and well-dressed young Black man who sat opposite her. They were at the Tim Horton's located on Metcalfe Street in do...
Camilla slept over at Phillips's apartment and went back to hers early the next morning. She felt a little uncomfortable from the after-effects of the MDMA, but two aspirin helped her enough to function effectively for Wednesday, her last day of school before the final exams. During her free period at school, after studying for her oral test for Mr. Leroy's...
Chapter 1 I was feeling pretty relaxed as I wondered along the school corridor, my 'A' levels were over, the last exam had been the day before and now the long summer before starting University stretched before me. This was my last day of school, a time to clearout my locker, hand in my textbooks and say goodbye. I headed down the fourth floor corridor to...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school. Clearly I...