Ms Donnel had always been a hip college teacher. She wore clothes with black sharp corners and shiny metal buttons. English and theater was her teaching staple. Her true passion was in opening our minds to new information and experiences. Once in theatre class, she guided us through a yoga session. Mind you, this was at a time, when nobody really knew what...
Spanked for being a naughty girl Janice decorated the spare bedroom with childish posters, and cuddly toys, then moved her mother in. There had been no discussion, no choice, mom had been moved in to a room decorated for an adolescent. At the same time, Janice moved into her mother's bedroom. This was so they could keep to their roles and not make mistake...
Note-this fictional story is inspired by Ashlynn Brooke (best adult movie star of recent years ). Ashlynn, recently retired from a successful career in the adult movie business, had decided to attend evening classes in order to obtain a licence to sell real estate. Her decision to step away from the weekly grind had been a tough choice and after several we...
As for me, I puttered around the house, managed my investments, read, exercised and noted in wonder how Boh McAlistair-Park, M.S/Ph.D. professor of mathematics could, the instant she was in the carport at home, transform into utterly nude, tiny (4' 9") Boh, a Korean-Asian hottie-nympho-slut wife. Given my new problems with adult-onset diabetes, she simply s...
John Watson was a teacher. He wasn't a very good teacher as the many teaching posts he had lost would surely testify. And the job he had now was only on probation until he had proved his worth to the School Principal. And, he decided, this was not going to be easy! First, the Principal was a woman, and John's success rate with women was dismal. Two failed...
Ask them to come over and play? How does she go about doing that? It wasn't a matter of not wanting to, those red stripped knee highs that were running this little show were grinding up against her pussy in such a soft, lustful, teasing fashion that Lexi was ready to do just about anything at this point. The question was how? There was straight up asking, sh...
Being a teacher you hear many things, especially when your desk sits right next to the frosted glass window, and the path to the senior courtyard runs right beneath it. The courtyard itself starts at the end of the building, where the staff room was located. Sometimes the children would sit on the path, eating or just chatting to each other. We had a vast nu...
"You are nineteen going on seven! How do you justify your parent's spending money on piano lessons for you and, yet, young man, you refuse to practice! So, here we are again!" Old Miss Thrump was indignant; her slothful student once again, justified her call to duty! As she spoke Davy had already arrived over her full sized knee and she was rolling down his...
FAWC 2: 7:48 P.M., Wednesday (Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered on a random determination of four "mystery ingred...
This is a sleazy fuck parody... It's not real. Judge Jeanine Pirro had started teaching law in college. She had a pretty calm and respectful class, except for one student. A tall, thin blonde with long straight blonde hair, long smooth legs and a great rack... Ann Coulter. Ann was a stuck up, know it all, who thought she knew way more about the legal system...