My job is pretty boring. Most people say that, and most people truly believe it. None of them have to deal with what I do though. I give trumpet lessons at a place called Up the Scale. All day I deal with zit-covered, teenage brats that are taking trumpet lessons at Mommy and Daddy's expense. The worse they play the trumpet, the more they come back. It's lik...
Summary: Sweet teacher's naughty photos end up in a stranger's hands. Note 1: Thanks to Sweet Daisy Haze for allowing her photos particularly from the following photo shoots to be used for this mammoth story: Mind Control App Makes Your Assistant Suck and Fuck! Daisy REALLY needs a job Pin-Up Vintage POV Eye Contact and Pretty Feet in YOUR Face Forced D...
"You're shaking." He whispered in my ear. "From pleasure." I replied. "No one can ever know about us okay?" He whispered suddenly getting up. I watched as he pulled his pants and trousers up. "And if I want more?" I asked propping myself up on my elbows. He looked at me sharply. "We can't ever do this again." He said. His voice hesitant. He didn't mea...
She could have said we needed the money, but we didn't. My inheritance was sizeable, my wage was good and our house was one of the largest in our town. We lived comfortably, without any debts and well enough to allow my trophy wife to engage in all manner of leisurely pursuits. She did tennis on Mondays, badminton on Tuesdays, gym on Wednesdays and Saturda...
With about a month left in the semester, an envelope shows up in my mailbox at work. It is unmarked which isn't the weirdest thing. We often get notifications for students who have requested accommodations this way. Usually those come in school branded envelopes however. This is just a plain letter envelope. As I walk back through the building lobby and to m...
This is the story about how someone fucked up my life and I didn't even realise until it was too late and I was left with nothing but bittersweet memories and a real burning hatred for him and the worst part is I know he got away with it. To understand my story, I will go back to when I met the bastard at teacher training college in the 1980s. I am Francis...
I do not own WWE nor any likenesses or trademarks nor do I know the wrestlers in the story. Championship Confections was the finest candy and dessert catering business in New York, if not the entire east coast. They covered birthday parties, business functions, and other various events and made every sweet treat from A to Z all by hand with time, love, sinc...
My classes are surprisingly popular. Don't get me wrong, they're pretty much the best in the faculty. My teaching is of the highest intellectual calibre, and the seminar discussions are usually informed, lively and stimulating. No, the reason my popularity surprises me is that certain students - attractive female ones, to be precise - run a serious risk of...
The following is a work of fiction. All characters are at least 18 years of age. * "There she goes again, looking at her neighbor's paper! She is so obvious. She has to be the worst cheater ever. Now she is looking at me and acting nervous. If she looks at her neighbor again, I am taking her exam away," Joe thought to himself as he sat at his desk, preten...
Rockview High School is a smaller sized school with only 10th, 11th, and 12th graders and around 50 to 60 faculty members. It has a campus to die for with indoor and outdoor pools, basketball courts, and tennis courts. It has 2 baseball diamonds, a football field with expensive AstroTurf, a volleyball sand pit and a very nice track. A student parking lot, an...