Sometimes, when I'm all alone in the privacy of my bedroom, I wonder if you still remember me. I was different then, of course. I was the temporary stand-in teacher at your school; the young one, not all that long out of training college, trying to interest a group of twenty or so young men in English Literature and doing my best to keep their minds off the...
'Mmm, yeah right there..' She moaned in the dark. 'Oh, Mister Cane..' the series of images flashing through her mind would have gotten her a jail sentence in Catholic school terms. Her fantasy was the same every night, as she rubbed herself to climax. Her English teacher Adam Cane was a thirty-something brunette, and the sexiest man she had laid eyes on, in...
It was a Sunday morning. Miss Clemar had been enjoying her first cup of coffee for the day and catching up on the latest updates on her social feeds. She had slept later than usual that morning because she had been out that Saturday night with some friends - later than usual. The evening had been enjoyable. Along with a few friends whom she gathered with a...
The headmaster of St. Paul's University surveyed the room of young men and sighed. They were an unruly assembly of miscreants, and he knew with his hushed pronunciation that he would be unable to hold their full attention. But nonetheless he continued with his dialogue. "This year is the most important of your academic lives" he explained over the chatter o...
Another quickie built around another simple concept. I have, on occasion, thought of an original discovery method, but original consequences are harder to come by. I think this is one. It's only a shorty, less than 2,000 words with no sex—sorry—and it is mostly dialogue and quotes from newspaper reports. Once again, this is fiction. If you spot anything...
[Author's Note: All characters in this story are are over the age of consent: 18+.] Kelly. The exquisite picture of a young faced dark exotic beauty. That's who she'd become in the last seven years, now that she was eighteen and in her first year of college. I lay on my bed in my boxers with thoughts of Kelly swirling around in my head making me crazy. Maki...
Chapter Two -- And Teacher Makes Three Brian Bitner sat on the edge of the bed, looking down on the naked woman. He rose reluctantly to his feet and began to dress. "I need you to do something," he said. She looked up at the young man but said nothing. "I'm having trouble with one of my teachers," he continued. "It's Miss Goodman, English Lit. And it's n...
The trip to the Lodge lasted about four hours where they arrived there by 14:00. Don drove most of the way spelled by Marg. The four sex slaves Daisy, Lee, Jackie, and Diana sat in the back of the van, trying to get at much rest as they could. The lodge according to Marg was owned by a cooperative composed of friends, all sex slave owning masters and mistres...
Twenty-Two More Questions Summary: 22 questions asked by readers answered. NOTE: Thanks to Tex Beethoven and Robert for editing. I wrote the essay Twenty Questions in December 2017 and Twenty-one More Questions in 2018. I answered the following questions, in case you want to read them. 1. Are you really a teacher? 2. How often do you wear nylons? 3. Wh...
Jess should have known better than to tempt fate. The day had gone in a similar fashion, though not nearly as extreme. The other teachers had practically ignored her very existence, only focusing on her to reprimand the petite teen. No extra work had been piled onto her already punitive load to her gratitude. The students weren't nearly so keen to be indiffe...