My name is David Thompson. I teach math at Trentstown Community College, and have for 18 years now. I am 48 years old and the father of three grown children who are all married now and beginning families of their own. My wife Becky and I are now what you call "empty-nesters", and without our children around to keep us occupied, our life together had become p...
By this time, Hailey had taken the bus home and was punching in the code to her apartment building when her phone rang. Removing it from her purse, she answered it. Her friend Samantha was asking if she could go to the mall tomorrow. Hailey said sure but told her that she had to be back before 6 o'clock. Climbing the stairs up to the third floor, Hailey unl...
Susan was a student in my Psychology of Learning class. She was an excellent student, never absent and always full of questions and curiosity. Susan was also an athlete, captain of the field hockey team. On game days, she would sit in the front row of class in her plaid skirt with her travel bag and her hockey sticks next to her seat. I confess that her stro...
“Enjoy your summer, girls!” Sarah Stevens said as her last class of the day, and for the year, happily left the gymnasium. It was the final day of school at Westville High School, and the school’s girls’ gym teacher, Sarah Stevens retreated back to her office beside the gymnasium. She collapsed into the chair at her desk, closing the grade book with a sigh...
Looking up from the geology exam he was preparing, Shale Stephens glanced out the dirty little window of his office. There they were: the iconic ivy-covered walls that had come to symbolize the apex of academia in America. "There are people out there who would kill for a job with that view," he thought to himself. "A tenure-track position as an assistant pr...
This is a continuation of my story. I hope this story will continue through to completion. Please be patient with me as I am new to this. This story is about Dominance and Submission. If you do not like this topic, please look elsewhere for your reading pleasure. Please feel free to contact me with any questions or matters where you feel I may be of assist...
Pressure on my hips? That's the first thing I remember. Then I immediately started to nod off. Hot, wet... licking. I moaned and my eyelids started to flutter open. I was rock-hard, full-length and throbbing. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Velvet lips not-so-gently inhaled the head of my cock and the first inch or so of my shaft. I started to tilt my head down but a palm da...
It has been a week since the incident in the office with Ms. Lane and Mr. Smith and she cannot help but hope that he has forgotten all about it. She sits at her desk grading her papers dressed in her short skirt still as to not let anyone notice there is a change. She adjusts trying to get comfortable but for some reason thinking about her boss makes her wet...
From the day she walked into his classroom first period on her very first day of high school she had a crush on her English teacher. He was loved by everyone and respected by even more. He was that teacher that knew how to how fun, making the class totally enjoyable. However, he was also an A.P. English teacher for every class he taught, therefore, he knew w...
When Jake first really began to notice the quiet, attractive girl in the corner, he was supposed to be writing a paper on "The Great Gatsby". It was a good book, but his mind really wasn't on writing essays now. It was a great day, the sun streaming through his classroom window and washing over his face. His old, slightly neurotic teacher was grading papers,...