Sophia "Sia" Symone walked towards the door of the large classroom. This was her first day and she wanted to make a good impression. She had heard and seen a lot during orientation but she still didn't feel prepared. Mind you, she rarely did. She figured being anxious was her signature move. She took a long, deep breath, clutching her textbooks close to he...
A booming voice comes in from above "Welcome to the new game show Fertile Valley!" You quietly sit in the dark waiting to be introduced, beads of sweat forming as the anticipation wears on you. The voice continues introducing the show. "Unlike most game shows where contestants compete not against the show but against each other! Each has put u...
PART 3 Celina .../b> If it hadn't been for the alarm siren I think we would all have slept on and on so great was our exhaustion following the first full day at slave school. I was deep into a wonderful dream about Master Si when the damn bell interrupted me. I opened my bleary eyes carefully, slowly remembering where I was. Gradually the feeling came back...
While sitting at the upscale bar in a fine restaurant, I wondered how big a mistake this was. What's the worst that can happen - an early night and web surfing back home? A beautiful black woman came in and looked around. I forgot to ask about race. I tried to catch her eye and flaunted my emerald green "It's ME" scarf. She looked past me and I looked t...
I would like to take a moment to thank all of you who have been following the lives of Patricia, Kenji and the rest of their family. I thank you for continuing follow them on their journey. I would also like to thank you all for your encouragement and kind comments and emails; they are all very much appreciated. Thank you to Donalde for reading not just this...
When my Statistics class drew to an end, I raced out of the room while struggling to keep from crying. I'd never gotten anything less than an 'A' on a test. And my very first quiz in my Freshman year at University I'd bombed with a 'B'. I was devastated. As I dashed down the hallway, I passed a bulletin board and a pink slip of paper caught my eye. It was h...
It was boring. I was sat near the back of the class and squirmed in my seat. Of all the modules that had to be completed this year as part of the hospitality management course this had to be the most pointless and the most excruciating to have to sit through for two and a half hours every week. If I couldn't see a relevance to it here and now what possible b...
21. It's not a mystical number by any means, its easily divisible by 3 and 7, and it doesn't hold any place in the heart of a supercomputer as the answer to everything. In fact, it's quite dull if you stare at it long enough. Still, 21 holds the key to unlocking the life hidden just beneath the surface as everyone, no matter of age or race or gender, everyon...
Author's Note There are some sexual acts in this story, but really this story is building a relationship and the more juicy moments typical of stories on this site don't occur until Teaching Those Eyes 2. Also standard disclaimer, everyone mentioned in this story is eighteen years old or older. ***** Dismantling His Armor Mr. G knew from the beginning th...
The halls of the stately old building were full of students and professors, chatting and laughing, some looking worried, others hurrying, brushing past the slower moving traffic. The walls were adorned with large red foil hearts, streamers and cute little Cupid cutouts in honor of Valentine's Day. She thought they looked rather tacky against the rich wood an...