A Painters Passion The wonders of Paris were initially lost on Jocelyn. Her host, a dazzling young man with blue-black hair and violet eyes, gave her less than a day to recover from her journey. Philippe was enthusiastic and ambitious. "Collin sent you to me to paint, not to pout!" He announced the evening after her arrival. "You fancied him." Jocelyn loo...
My Spanish teacher, Maria, is a gorgeous, brown-skinned woman from Madrid. She is 27, 5'2", with the biggest, most captivating brown eyes imaginable. She has very dark, long black hair, large, firm breasts, and curvaceous legs that most women of her short height only wish they could possess. On the first day of class, after seeing her in her tight red dres...
Author's Note: This is set in the same setting as my Allure of Dreams series, but it isn't necessary to read that first. ****** Thirty students filed into the classroom and made their way to their seats. The teacher had yet to arrive, so they chatted amongst themselves. The classroom had several similarities with one on Earth. There was a blackboard in...
Thanks to Sensha for editing assistance with this story. * After practically a semester of classes, he could almost swear that there was something different in that student's look, something beyond a simple interest in semiotics. And now the girl was standing in front of him in that peculiar and somewhat suggestive manner of hers, in the very garment alway...
For "Dan", who can't get enough of Debra! "She said what!" Debra snarled. "She says you dress like a tart." Ray repeated. Debra was boiling, who was that dowdy Lillian Swick to criticize her wardrobe? Debra knew Swick was just jealous of her figure and didn't like the way her nerd of a husband stared at her during the P.T.A. meetings. It was the Barone's...
Amber stood at Claire's door, hopping from foot to foot, hoping that she'd answer it soon. Amber had been drinking heaps of water during the course of the morning but had avoided going to the toilet, wanting to be ready to piss when she got to Claire's house. It was starting to seem that she might have had her timing a bit off though, because she could bare...
Why is an enigma so alluring? I have asked this question ever since I was in my mid-teens; a naive, somewhat reckless and hedonistic girl with crushes and fears and fantasies like any other. But I would never have ascribed myself as a 'people-person'. I had kissed guys and had the odd sexual encounter; I'd lost my virginity at sixteen to a slightly older g...
Vickie's eyes popped open well before her alarm clock was to sound. She quickly got up, showered and stood before her open closet trying to decide what to wear. Last night she was ready to go to school in her shortest skirt and in her sheerest blouse but the light of a new morning caused her to be apprehensive. Vickie peered into the closet and wondered what...
It was a warm summer day, and I was stuck in class. The baking sun was shining through the windows, making me feel drowsy. I looked left, to see my best friend Steven, lying with his face down in his hands, probably feeling the same level of agony as me. There was still three hours left of class, but someone must have enchanted the watch to go ten times slow...
A favorite author of mine, HeyAll, wrote a story called "Held Together With Mom" using the theme of a son and mother posing nude for an art class. I liked it and suggested in the comments section that we all thank him by writing a story using the theme -- nude artist model. Here is my effort. Be sure to check out HeyAll's work. All characters are eighteen a...