I'm one of the few male teachers at St.Matilda's Academy for Young Ladies, an expensive English private school for posh girls. I teach a final year class of eighteen to nearly nineteen year old girls. I'm quite senior and being in my forties I'm old enough to be their fathers. At St.Matilda's the girls wear a schoolgirl uniform. That comprises a white blou...
Update: Thanks to everyone who has liked this story and the chapters in it. It is greatly appreciated. Unfortunately I don't have time to continue this story the way I'd like to. If anyone would like to submit chapters or assist in the continuation of this story, please send me a private message. Thanks! You are John Martin you are the Dean of St. Rose Schoo...
Paul watched the clock on the office wall with rapt attention. He'd finished his work hours ago, the truth was doing the minimum at this dead-end office clerical job didn't take more than a couple hours of hard work a day, and since then he'd tried everything to distract himself. He'd been to the water cooler a suspicious number of times, taken several bathr...
Mercedes senior year at St. Vincent Boarding school ***** When she was younger, Mercedes went to a very strict boarding school, one that still allowed corporal punishment. Usually the punishment was used sparingly but with a new Headmaster, Dr. Hoffman, more and more of the young women of St. Vincent Boarding School were ending up in the Headmaster's offic...
Author's note: The US actually did shut down one of its code breaking ventures because, according to then US Secretary of State Henry L. Stimson. "Gentlemen do not read each other's mail." Also, as is becoming my mantra, yes, I am taking liberties with historical figures, and British titles and addresses are slightly different from there to here. So with tha...
Thelma and I were lunching at one of the St. Clairs' favorite restaurants, having just left the beauty salon. It had been three months since I had been with William. I still could not perform with Naomi as a man, although I ate her daily to orgasms. We had adjusted to our new lifestyle, opening a manufacturers' representative firm, Imhof Consultants, in a di...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the love story of Marty and Todd. It also includes several other characters as well as their storylines. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the hit soap One Life to Live, yet the "history" has been changed somewhat to suit the purposes of this story. Not all the parts of this story will contain erotic sex sc...
It's a strange place, that few have heard of and even fewer have seen. Five hundred miles off the Pacific Coast of Mexico, the 6-mile-long Saint Agobard Island rises from the ocean, defying the waves which crash gently on its rocky shores. Hundreds of years ago, two ships full of Spaniards landed on the uninhabited island and dubbed it La Isla de San Agobar...
My name is John d'Eaux, pronounced like the female deer. Please don't try to make a funny joke about it. I assure you, I've heard them all and they weren't funny the first time. My ancestors came from France. Leave it at that. My folks died when I was little, leaving me to be raised by my Uncle John, a successful stockbroker and confirmed bachelor who hadn'...
The school year was finally coming to an end for Miriam Smith and she looked forward to it. The pretty blonde wife taught English at the local high school where she enjoyed making a difference in young people's lives. Miriam frequently had lunch in the school cafeteria with one of the pretty French teachers, Erica White. If there ever was a 'flower child,'...