Quinn’s Senior Year: Mr. McPhee and European History “Is that something you’d like to share with the class, Quinn?” My head snapped forward toward the front of the class, the note plunged into my backpack, and my heart jumped into my throat. Shit. “Ughm, no, I’m cool, Mr. McPhee,” I replied in the most nonchalant manner possible. Nevertheless, he was wa...
Onyx Dreams 8: Checking In >>Summer 1995 Kennice looked in the mirror and sighed. Three long years of training. Three long years of missing Cyrus and wondering how he was. Three very long years of dodging Rhys and his attempts to force her into his bed. He was enough to make any sane woman scream. It wasn't like he was ugly or something. Far from it. He wa...
Note: Please add to this story as much as you wish, and however you wish. You cannot make it overly violent. You must be of age to read this story. This is a completely fictional story. It is devoid of any actual feminist or political agenda, it is simply exploring the fetish of female on male domination. It’s a normal day in late spring in the classroom of...
This chapter contains light spanking and humiliation. It does NOT contain any hardcore sex. It is mainly about submissive females and dominant males. This story is meant as a completely fictional, unrealistic fantasy and the characters bear no resemblance to any real person. Feedback, votes and comments greatly appreciated. All copyrights for the series r...
School on Monday sucked more than usual. The only teacher that she ended up liking this year had been ready to pop for months now and she was dreading the day she did, not wanting to end up with some crappy sub who couldn't control a class full of seniors already bouncing on the edges of their seats. As luck would have it, she finally gave birth to a healthy...
This is part of a series but you needn't have read the earlier chapters; after reading this one, you may enjoy going back to them. Everyone in the story is over 18. ***** It was the last morning of weekend school, a program that 25-year-old Laura Franklin had launched for middle-aged men and women who longed to return, if only for a weekend, to their schoo...
All characters are 18 or older. The first thing I noticed about the University of Big Tits is that despite all its apparent money - the huge, grand buildings, the matching quads of grass - is that we had to share rooms. There was two double beds and two desks. On one of the beds, there was what I guessed was the school uniform. It looked simple at first: a...
The sun gently stroked his face as Brad woke up. He rolled himself out of bed, his ass still burning from the night before. As he made his way to the bathroom he realized it was late by the empty dorm, and worried he was late for class. Between the empty dorm and the warm sun beaming in through the bathroom window he reckoned it had to be late afternoon. A...
The 1:15 bell rang at the St. Agnes academy. The students filed into the classroom of Ms. Mary Bennett the 12th grade math teacher. The teenagers were dressed in neat uniforms and sat down quietly. The girls wore plaid skirts and blue sweaters; the boys wore black blazers with kaki pants. The classroom was conservatively decorated; only a cross-hung on the w...
I had just finished my last class for the day. Everybody had gone home. I stayed behind marking books for thirty minutes. I packed my bag and started walking down the corridor passing the empty classrooms. Just before I reached the last classroom, I could see something bobbing up and down in the far right hand corner of the room. It looked like Mr Luke. He...