I should have known the day had something in store for me. It was dull dreary and damp as I made my way from the car park to the Adult Education Centre for my Creative Writing Class. Being the only male I liked to get there early and choose my seat. This was not a strategic place to observe eye candy but more of a defensive position. At 52yrs old I was the...
Disclaimer: all characters are 18+ *** Greg stifled a yawn as his college lecture dragged into the second hour in a row. It had been a long day in school, and the J1 student was rapidly finding literature to be his worst subject. Not only did he find the topics discussed relatively dry, but it came right after their canteen break, after which he never fail...
My name is Marsh Alien, and I am a Romance writer, and I have a problem. "Hello, Marsh Alien." Yeah, yeah. Anyway, in "How to Break the Literotica Toplist, an entry in Literotica's How-To Contest, Tink4Fairy debuted with a work describing the best ways to reach the top-rated lists in each of the site's categories. The Romance category included the followi...
It’s been two weeks since my parents let me know about Dad’s new job. I think I’ve been in denial. Half the house is empty or packed away in boxes, and over the weekend both my parents left me here to move everything to the new house. My final week at Summer Valley High will be on my own. I’m going to make sure I have no regrets. Monday 1st April. Early mor...
Nasty Teacher, naughty girls Mr Smith really was an unfair teacher. He let the boys get away with murder, but he was extremely strict with the girls. He would punish the girls at every opportunity for the slightest misdemeanour, giving them detentions and extra homework. As well, he was in the habit of putting girls down whenever he could, making sly ambigu...
On the Monday morning after Nicky and Amanda had been introduced to the fucking machine that was owned by her mother, Shelley sat in her English class, listening to Miss Bascom. The teacher's parents had been misguided enough to name her "Prunella", after a wealthy aunt and, because of her dreadful name and because she was unmarried, most of the female stude...
--This is actually the third in a loosely-connected series about the strongly disciplinary-minded teacher, Anne Smithers. It is not necessary to read the earlier stories, "Teacher Fails the Class" and "The Teacher's Own Discipline", although those who enjoy this story will likely find those of interest. All characters, including the schoolgirls in this story...
Dedicated to all of the teachers who dream of doing what Miss Titsner does in the story but who are far too ethical to have sex with their students. IT was a typical Midwest high school in the late 1970's but what happened there could have as easily happened just yesterday. There were the usual Friday night football games and dances. There were several sub-...
Danny looked angry when Mrs Watson got into the car. He'd sent his slave to a friend's house, where she had to relieve the guy's sexual frustration. His slave went under orders, and he'd delivered her there, so it was unfair of him to be aggressive with her. 'Don't tell me anything, slave,' he harshly spoke. 'Just say don't say anything.' They were quiet...
The Teacher heard his doorbell ring. He left his lesson planner and the papers he was grading on his coffee table and got up and walked over to answer the summons. He opened his front door to find the Concerned Mom waiting patiently, on time for their appointment to discuss the problems her son was having in his Biology class. He immediately noticed the way...