The darkly paneled hallway to the Headmaster's office seemed to grow longer with each step she took that day. Her body moved obediently, never betraying the war going on in her head. "What he is doing to me is abuse! I should report this to somebody, I should just tell him NO! He doesn't have any right to touch me that way or tell me what to do"! Her hand...
Mrs Nicholson put the last corrected mathematics test on her desk and switched off the table lamp. There. All done. Time to go home. She collected her thins, and walked out to the teacher's hallway to get her coat. As she put it on, she realized that she had forgotten her keys in the library. She walked over to the school library, and opened the door. What s...
Marissa had some downtime at work and was surfing the Internet trying to find a site to help with sales leads when she noticed that her email had a new message waiting. She checked the inbox and discovered that a friend of hers had sent her a link to an erotic story site. She smiled. It had been a while since she'd had the time to flip through such a site an...
Morgana lay in bed on Monday evening and wondered what the next morning would bring. Her mind had been filled with thoughts of nothing other than last Friday's party. She slipped her fingers inside her pussy and smiled as she remembered the events of that evening. The time with Headmaster Dave had been wonderful even though she still felt ashamed of her ba...
~Everyone in the following is over the age of 18~ ~Thanks to everyone for the positive feedback! It's very much appreciated from a new writer like myself!~ Maddie and Bailey's punishment had yet to be decided on, and the former had spent the entirety of the next day worrying about how dreadful it would be. During her Discovering Fetishes class, she drifted...
This story is in three parts and begins in 1985 when I was 18 and finally ends last year. "Miss Simpson! Go straight to the Headmaster's room now!" Mr. Flanders shouted as he pointed to the Religious Knowledge classroom door. I shrugged my shoulders and slowly made my way to see Mr. Skinner for the third time that week. With hindsight, at that time of my l...
PROLOGUE The Geneva School for Girls is a two-year finishing school for 18- and 19-year-old ladies just graduated from high school. These are girls who are mostly from wealthy families, who don't blink at the six-figure-a-year tuition and room and board (with a smattering of scholarship girls thrown into the mix). The school was founded by Headmaster Jake...
Morgana tensed as she thought she heard the rustling sound again, but there was nothing to be seen as she peered around; its probably just my imagination she thought shivering now as the day grew cooler. She reflected upon the morning's events and wondered how it was that she found herself in these predicaments. How many other people ended up tied to a tree...
"Who are you, then?" "I can't remember," she said, smiling. Her lips curled up impishly at the corners and her eyes glittered. "You go first." He nodded and spun her delicately around with one upraised hand. She was flamboyantly dressed in a crimson gown topped with black lace over her shoulders that draped over the rather suggestive bodice underneath. Her...
Note: This story has a rather long build-up to sexual intercourse itself (as in, not in this chapter), just as an FYI for people who aren't into that kind of thing. And yes, all characters are over 18, as always. ----- A warm breeze kicked up as a young man stepped out of the black taxicab that had brought him. He looked up at the formidable building befo...