(This is a new story but one which visits Anne's past, just as 'Dirty Country Girl' did. I hope you enjoy it but please be aware that, in common with my other stories, it includes references to bodily functions. If you're offended by that sort of thing, please give it a miss.) With hurried but nervous purpose, Anne made her way towards King's. She conside...
Hello everyone. It's me Holly. I'm pretty much going to pick up where I left off, but don't worry you can read this as a stand-alone too. For a few days after my parents left I was in a total daze. (Ch. 05) Ashlyn didn't let up, but I was numb to her. I didn't even notice what was obviously a set-up by her. In the morning I would wake up and shower, then As...
Part 1 of 3: The Reaction Natalie's biggest fear was that someone would recognize her in these photos. But that problem was solved by the use of a thin mask. The mask was small and only covered her eyes and nose, which was good enough to maintain her anonymity. She struck different poses for the photographer. It was a classy shoot with a submissive tone. R...
This ad on Craigslist caught my eye: *** "Westwood College seeks standardized patients to participate in our physical diagnosis courses in the Physician Assistant program. Model/Patients are needed for male reproductive health examinations completed by supervised students with a faculty member. The use of standardized patients is valuable to the training o...
Author's note: Some parts of this Lovecraftian tale will contain dark elements and non-consent. I'm eager for feedback, so please leave a comment. ***** Abigail's mind and body gradually settled into a new rhythm as she drifted through the Fall semester at Miskatonic University. The foliage around campus was peaking later than usual, and the crisp, clear w...
On the first day of college I was the first one in class, because I have always liked to be early. "Are you Professor Montgomery?" I ask unsure of what he looked like because his back was facing me. "Yes I am" he said turning around "are you in this class?" He asks smiling. I freeze slightly seeing what he looks like immediately being attracted to him, b...
Author's note: This tale of Lovecraftian cosmic horror has been dancing in my mind for quite a while, and I hope you enjoy it. Please note that some parts of the story will contain dark elements and non-consent. I'm eager for feedback, so please leave a comment. ***** Abigail Carter hurried across the Twisted Quad through the New England rain and bowled in...
I attended a small college in S. Carolina on a football scholarship. I was never much of a student, but managed to impress the football scouts and coaches enough to get on the team. I decided to major in business instead of physical education like many of the other players. I wasn't good enough for the pros, so I figured I better get a degree in something t...
Class. Math class. So boring. Who would have thought that I'd have to pay fucking $20 grand a year to take shit I hoped I'd never see after high school? No one said, "Hey Susan, when you get into college, you're gonna spend the first two years taking shitty ass math courses and doing trigonometry problems just for shits and giggles. Enjoy university!" Why th...
This story is about an incident during my freshman year in college back in 1971. I was doing a rather mediocre job in my Sociology class when an observant professor made an interesting proposition. A proposition that only a sex-obsessed 18 year old kid would even consider. **** 1. Struggling with Sociology. Freshman year in college, circa 1971, found me...