Boston Bang Once when I was feeling playful, I'd dressed up as a school teacher to attend an Ivy League university fundraiser. I love to shock people, and I thought some of them would find it funny. I wore a short black skirt and a semitransparent white blouse with no bra. The two shirt pockets of the blouse doubled the material and hid my nipples enough...
I was driving through some back roads in northern New Hampshire (USA) on a cold winter's night. I stopped to help a woman I saw on the side of the road in her car, and we had met earlier that day at an event at a client's site, and so we recognized each other. She was older than I was and it turned out she was a teacher at a woman's school nearby. I was 25...
I'm sitting in my classroom. In front of my computer, at my desk as usual. It's late, and I've missed deadline on writing grade cards, reports, which is most unlike me, but I've been a bit distracted lately. I've got me several interests, but today, as I stay late to check through the grades I've completed, I'm primarily thinking about Mr_dark-smiley whose...
Mary collected her belongings and, just as a treat for Ted and herself, her old school uniform. When not working she normally wore pretty plain underwear her mother had bought her. Cotton and sensible bras even though she could get away without one being young, small and incredibly firm. Ted and Mary arrived at his flat about 1 am and after showing Mary ar...
Finally, I had landed the perfect job. Teaching high school. And not just teaching anything – teaching MATH – a subject that I enjoyed because of the pure simplicity of it. This was quite a turn around for me. Here I was in my mid-fifties making a career change – going from being a high-powered corporate manager to a teacher. Leaving behind the stress and ag...
The night after Rick turned the tables on me, taking me forcefully, almost violently in his office after hours, I lay in bed wondering what the hell had happened to me over the past few weeks. I was no longer the sweet, gentle girl that everyone loved, at least not behind closed doors. As much as I found what Rick had done to me thrilling, I no longer had th...
She knew from the minute he walked in that it was going to be one of those days. All the signs were there: the stern, determined gait; the tense, steel-like jaw. He was not going to be easy on her today. And she hadn't helped matters by defying him. His instructions were clear but it wasn't as if she'd had much of a choice. She squirmed in her seat, felt the...
I want to tell you what catches my eye and why, so you can incorporate it, if you wish, into your work. Naturally there are genres, fetishes and other topics that fall into the personal taste category that I do not read, and I won't get into; while they have bearing on whether I'll read a story, this piece is intended to provide insight for all writers. Per...
"Hey, babe" My husband of four years was calling. "What's up?" I said. Hoping he was going to tell me he was taking me out to dinner. "How about so fun tonight? I've got to go to a meeting about Ted's baseball team and then I thought we might meet at O'Charley's for dinner and then do something nasty." "Nasty as in what?" I said with a grin on my face....
Kathy and I were always friends. We grew up together. She lived next door. She was the first girl that I had a crush on when I was in kindergarten. Back then before I allowed mass marketing, advertising, commercials, Playboy Magazine, and Miss America Contests to alter my definition of beauty, I saw her for the person she was kind, personable, and smart. If...