"Whose the new guy?" Amber and Jane were sitting in English class waiting for the rest of the students to enter. "His name is Quinn. He lives next door to me. He's from Texas, but doesn't have a weird accent." "He's cute. Did you guys make out?" "Jane! Is that all you ever think about?" "No. I also think about school work, occasionally." Both girls lau...
"It all started when I was still studying, back at the Sorbonne," Tessie began. "Like I said, I was getting heavily into the partying scene, and my studies were going to hell. I mean, I could breeze through most of the art history shit, but it was my French literature class that was kicking my ass. Oddly enough, when you figure all the rest of the classes I...
Prologue: Diane has positioned herself in a very awkward situation. Due to her financial indiscretions and their resulting insurmountable debt, she has found herself being forced to live a life, subject to, her husbands cruel domination and sadistic desires. Previously, her husband, Cal, had exposed and humiliated her in front of an internet community of fri...
One of the big events of the year—at least for those participating—at the high school in New Jersey where I work as an English teacher is the annual trip to Paris for the French Club, which is composed of students who have taken French for two or more years. The cost of the six-day trip in May after all the student discounts is around $1,000 each, which is...
I stood there in the hallway, staring at the door. The rest of the hall was empty, and I could hear my heart pounding as though it was trying to leap out of my chest. When I reached up to knock, my hand was shaking. The voice from within the room did nothing to ease my anxiety. "Juste un instant, s'il vous plait ", melodically reached my ears. Well, we wer...
It was just another day, besides one fact. You had a D- in French, and your mom was pissed. She had said "If you EVER want to see anything but the WALLS of your ROOM you will go and get some EXTRA CREDIT!" So here it was, after school, and you were seeking some extra credit. Sadly, your French teacher wasnt the steriotypical hot, erotic kind. M...
It was during my first summer holiday since I'd gone to university when it happened. I had gone into town one Saturday afternoon to get some CDs, when I saw walking down the street towards me my French teacher from school. Generally I didn't really like meeting my old teachers, it was always a bit odd being treated normally by people who had been authority f...
Authors Note: Once again this story is written due to a reader request. I have used fictitious names and the story is based on the talking points supplied by the reader. All characters are at least 18 years or older. Due to the length of the story it will be submitted in chapters. INTRODUCTION In chapter one, we learned about Abigail and her life as a high...
Hi friends, I am Mohan and I grew up in a small town just north of Cannanore in Kerala. I welcome comments. This is a true narrative. The names have been changed to similar sounding names. Our first year college English teacher was Miss Sarojini. She was single, slim, light skinned, about 5'4" tall, had an nice (34B) bosom and was probably in her late twe...
As I begin this account, let me say that it is all written in English even though many of the events transpired in French, the true language of love. A good friend of mine, Amy, runs a series of language immersion programs for college age students and adults. Some of the programs are tours abroad. Others are at a camp in the mountains that Amy leases durin...