This is the opening chapter of School of Love, introducing the characters and the school. All students at the School of Love are over 18. **** I arrived in Lausanne, eager to take up my new post as a tutor at the exclusive École Château de l'Amour. All my interviews for the job had taken place in London, including a rather extensive medical. I was here an...
Raion was weeping. Not crying, weeping. The tears welled into His eyes from deep within His soul and trickled like life's blood so moisten His lips and beard. Sakura sat quietly and watched. All her being cried out to comfort her Sensei yet she knew the turmoil that filled His being was one to which she had no cure. His father had died, taken from this exist...
Ryan Bradshaw wasn't entirely sure what to do with Sakura's assignment. It felt like a bomb that she had lobbed across his desk and into his lap, all with that innocent smile on her face. It was a provocation, he was sure. For a routine end-of-year creative writing assignment, Sakura had submitted a translation of the first chapter of a novel she was writin...
I always preferred train travel over air travel. It's more relaxing and without all the added security layers that make air travel a burden. I was taking the train to a nearby city and opted for the overnight train. I always upgraded to business class and enjoyed the meals and free wine. I was already into my third glass of Syrah when we stopped at a small s...
"Yes! Yes! OH YES!" Emily screamed under me as the third orgasm tore through her body like a hurricane. I mercilessly drove on, not slowing down in the slightest, driving the quivering girl to new heights. Interestingly enough, every time she came, waves of energy crashed through our bond and into my mind, making me feel a fraction of the pleasure she was fe...
Terry couldn't draw. Every time he tried to the blank page stared back at him, virgin white, and all he could think about was whether Mika would call him. When he had met her, he had experienced a huge spurt of creative energy, and now that she was gone the well was dry. Terry guessed that maybe all that shit about muses was right after all. He drifted thro...
The dimly-lit chamber where the Deep Pool gathered was damp and chill, and would have been considered a gloomy and deeply unpleasant place to any Terran. However Deep Lord Athgiloi was a Brimorian and his scaly hide barely felt the cold, capable as he was of swimming down to the freezing depths of Brimor's deepest oceans. The darkness held no secrets from hi...
It was dark in the Xen-Nuchek mines, with weak lamps lighting the passage that led into the slumbering volcano. The tunnel led down at a steep incline; not quite enough to make the descent treacherous, but certainly at a sharp enough angle to raise the heart rate. John took the lead, with Alyssa at his side, leaving Dana and Rachel to cover the rear as they...
The floor area reserved for hot oil massage was directly behind sakuras stool. The design had been artistically arranged to give the appearance of a small lily pond with ornamental koi swimming just below the surface. Sakura made no attempt to stop ayame and kaoru as they gently lifted her and carried her backwards to lie in the contours, her heart was still...
You are Naomi Haruno, a drop-dead gorgeous schoolgirl at the age of 18. You have long, beautifully flowing pink hair, and cute, bright blue eyes. Your physique is trim and lightly toned, with curvy hips and a perky rump, as well as plump D-cup breasts. You wake up in the morning on a Friday. Slowly, you open your bleary eyes to the sight of sunlight streamin...