It was 1983. I was 9 years old, attending Crownton Elementary School. Mrs. Enton was my 3rd grade teacher. She was a tall, young, attractive, red-haired woman, but I wouldn't have known it at the time. Geez, c'mon, I was 9 years old! Girls had 'cooties' and were avoided, lest your best friends think you liked them. So, as my 'homeroom' teacher, I attended...
It all began when I wrote the story 'Teaching Miss A Lesson'. I had always been turned on by situations where people normally in control and with a degree of power lose it or have it forcibly taken away from them. That story was about a good looking, young school teacher who ends up being blackmailed into sucking and fucking some of her pupils and I enjoyed...
I had mixed emotions after my first experience as a human puppy but decided to give it another go when my 'owner' called and invited me round the following week. I had been at work all day in the sports shop so I was pretty tired when I arrived at his house at about 4 in the afternoon fully expecting to continue my 'training' there. However, we got in his ca...
Supermarket shopping, like most males I hate this necessary chore. I seem to be cursed by women not concentrating on what they are doing, wandering aimlessly along the center of aisles with their kids screaming loudly and running amok. This day I was pushing a trolley through my local supermarket when I turned a corner and bumped into a trolley coming in the...
Music lesson 5 I had spent all week looking forward to my next music lesson. I had learnt that my teacher's first name was Guy, but knew I would not be able to refer to him by this as I still felt a little afraid and in awe of him. I sat nervously in the waiting area until the door opened and my teacher beckoned for me to come in... My heart melted at th...
We drop in for Mark Taylor's last class of the day. It's 5B for English, an experience he always approached with a degree of trepidation. Not a large group (around twenty or so) but they were far from straightforward. Sure enough, reprehensible activities are happening as he walks in. Some of the kids are in their seats but a sizeable and noisy group are g...
After spending what my parents referred to as "far too many years in school," I had finally received my teaching credentials. Early on, I had decided to become a high school teacher, like my father, though I knew that this would essentially ensure a life of abject poverty. Like many of us, I had gone through a rough patch in high school, and it had been my h...
This is first time I am writing a story on this site, my name is Priyanka and I stay in an upper class colony in Delhi. We are five members in family, I aged 24 now, my elder sister aged 28 and married to a nice and handsome man - Ruchi and my younger brother - Ravi aged 21. This is the story when I had started my high school and was in 11th standard, I was...
Jaimin stretched her hands up, locked her elbows, and gazed in between her hands. The white leather ball swiftly appeared, slipped in between her fingers, and smacked her flat on her coke-bottle-bottom glasses with the wire frame. Her facial skin was singing from the slap of hard pumped leather. She stepped around disoriented. Her mouth gaped like a fish on...
Fantasy is a wonderful escape from our everyday ritualistic and stressful lives. I will admit I do have my share of fantasies, that is after all where I get my ideas for my stories. However, fulfilling them by acting them out in a role playing game with consenting adults is the ultimate! This is a true re-account of such a scene (fantasy), that with the help...