Stomach in knots, a tall blonde knocked on the door to Darren Cook's classroom. Tapping her foot anxiously, Brianna White waited for the teacher to answer. After what seemed like hours, a low husky voice answered. "Come in." Licking her lips briefly, Brianna opened the door and let herself in. "Hello, Mr Cook," she spoke softly, voice trembling with nerve...
This is a work of fiction and any resemblance of these over 18 year old characters or situations in this story to anything real is purely random chance. The seed of inspiration for this story came from reading a couple of other stories with similar themes that melded nicely with my own recollections of daydreams and wishful thinking about the assembled array...
I am definitely not the super stud that people think that I am. If I had fucked all of the many girls that claimed to have been my sexual partner, I would have done nothing during my years of college but fuck. Okay that might be an exaggeration, but it is not a small one, I could count the girls that I had actually made love to on the fingers of one hand. So...
Chapter 23 - Wendy's Whipping Burnside almost immediately achieved her main goal with Wendy, to get her thought patterns away from what they had been over the past year. Wendy ceased to think about gambling. Her suicide fantasies totally vanished from her mind. Instead her life and thoughts consisted of pleasing her mistress, her correspondence classes, and...
Part 1 of 4: The Recommendation Letter Sabrina sat outside the professor's office. Final exams were approaching, which meant that the professor was busy meeting with students. She waited for at least 20 minutes while the professor's door was closed. She was slightly nervous waiting for the typically stern professor. When the door opened, she saw the profes...
"I finally know your secret, bitch," Landon Cadbury said to himself as he looked at the Profile on the Ottawa Back Pages. The leather-clad, blonde-haired woman appeared to be in her fifties, wielding a whip and stroking a strap-on dildo. The message advertised the services of Mistress Lorna, supposedly the top Professional dominatrix in the Ottawa capital re...
Dean Dawson kept to his word and didn't mention a thing about the fact that I – one of his students- was working in a massage parlor across town. I guess he could have mentioned something to someone, but then he'd have to admit he had been at that same establishment. So like countries aiming rockets at each other, nothing could happen without the other doin...
Will was just about to close his laptop and leave for the day when one last email came across his virtual desk. It was from a former student, Elaine, whom he hadn't spoken with in a few years. "Hey, long time, no see. Want to grab a coffee and catch up?" It was always nice to hear from former students, and Elaine had been one of Will's best ... in more...
Alex was sitting in his office. He was quite satisfied with himself; he'd landed a teaching assistant job at least a year before graduation. His office was tiny, more a broom cupboard; there was only room for a small desk facing the door, two chairs for visitors and one for himself and a row of shelves. But it had a window and it was his. It was located on t...
Author's note: This story is a continuation of "Samantha Provokes her Professor" which is accessible through my profile. I believe, nevertheless, that it can be enjoyed without any prior knowledge of the first installment. Living and working in a small college town is great. The only problem is, everyone knows everyone else, and so everyone talks about e...