The dormitory at Fairfax Academy was something out of the eighteen hundreds. Instead of modern college residence halls, where students lived two or three to a room, the Fairfax girls slept in large rooms that spanned the entire length of he building. The four floors of the building each housed one class. Freshmen on the lower floor, and seniors at the top. E...
My name is James Hyperion. The year is 2030. I am ninety years old. I am dying. Nothing can change that fact. That's okay because I am a man who has led a very fulfilled life. I was born in Atlanta, Georgia, in the year 1940. The eldest son of a poor African-American family. Nevertheless, I did fairly well for myself. I won a scholarship to the Georgia Insti...
Jessica adjusted the tops of her stockings in the mirror over the sink. She wasn't used to wearing such sensual lingerie at work, and to be honest she found all that lace between her cheeks a little uncomfortable, but for the first time in a while, she had a date after work. She smoothed down her short but smart grey skirt, and put her stern work face back o...
It was obvious when students gathered for the class the next day that they knew something was up. I hoped and assumed that neither one of the couples had actually spilled the beans, but I guess I could not blame them if they had told a couple of people "You had better be there or you're going to miss something really good." Both couples looked a little nerv...
After several years of teaching science in secondary schools in England I decided to change my life and made several applications to bilingual schools around the globe. I didn't have any particular choice about where I would go and in fact I decided that if I was offered a job I would let that be my fate and go to live wherever that might take me. I receive...
The carefully selected upper division honors students filed into the seminar room and jockeyed for the best chairs to watch and to hear their distinguished guest professor. Each of them had been selected individually, either by the chair of their major department or the head of the program in comparative literature, to participate in a special graduate-level...
I frequently joked that I would be one of those teachers who ended up in the news. I taught AP English at Washington High School in Cleveland Heights. Every year I taught the same exact lecture to prepare my seniors for the Advanced Placement test which would allow them to skip their first year of college English. And every year I would fantasize about fucki...
All characters involved in this story are of at least 18 years of age. All characters involved in this story are original creations of the author. Any resemblance to any real person, place, or event is purely coincidental. Please do not post anywhere else without author permission. Thank you! A/N: Nothing too sexy in this chapter, and certainly no explicit...
Author's Note: This story is a continuation from my previous account, Holdinon, of which I can no longer access due to forgetting the password and having disabled the email account linked to it. Anyways, I will be continuing the story from this account and hope to keep everyone happy and entertained. I am sorry for the long delay, and hope to regain the posi...
It turned out Akemi was fine, maybe just a little hung over from the night before. She didn't have COVID-19. We'd drunk more wine than usual. Our neighbor Henry stayed talking an hour and a half. We finished the bottle he'd brought. I'd talked to Henry about a course Akemi was in after she and I got close- our connection was a secret then from the other st...