Jim Grant moved quickly down the long, semi-illuminated, basement hallway. The eighteen-year-old was one of the editors of the high school paper and had spent the better part of two hours rewriting an article that had been turned in three hours before the paper had to be sent to press. If it had been up to Jim, he would've just tossed the poorly written fea...
Warren stared at the screen. In front of him; his wife sat on their marital bed, the sun pouring through their south facing window, highlighting the flawlessness of her pale skin. Holly was smiling as she lewdly held her legs open, displaying her bare pussy for his camera. Like almost every night, he had logged on to the website to look over her pictures....
Chapter 32: Brenda I am an intermediate school teacher, that is the school to which the demented ones go, ages twelve to fifteen. I liked it there because that was the last age group a teacher could influence kids on how to treat a planet, or each other, or themselves. That is also the group that begins to become aware of sex so getting their attention is i...
All persons in this story are fictional and 18+ The premise was a good one, take repeat youth offenders and place them in a special high school when they turn eighteen. For many, this was the only way they would get an education that would allow them to move on in trades or higher education. It was a noble cause, and it got results. Every educator was the b...
All characters are over 18. Chapter 1 It began on Facebook. Well, what story doesn't nowadays? I was looking through people's updates and I paused over a friend's photo of a trip to the zoo with her boyfriend. Some of her other Facebook friends had left appreciative messages and it was one of those that caught my eye. Not the message, which just said "Gorg...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - Please enjoy your trip back in time to 1994 as you read the fourth installment of kinky sexual comedy "Trailer Trash Teen Hates Rules". In this chapter, can Breanna make amendments to her former teacher for whom she made life a living hell when she was at high school? This story contains strong language and adult themes, with coa...
A big thank you goes out to my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan. They help make my stories a much better read. * I'm sitting here wondering what tomorrow will bring. My stomach has been hurting me for months and I finally made a doctor's appointment. I must admit I'm a little scared. Cancer is too dominant in today's society. Maybe I just have a stomach pr...
It was the afternoon at the Hollyweather high school. Joana Simmons, a senior, stood in front of her history class. The blonde and somewhat chubby girl held up her notes in front of her huge chest. Her summer dress that her mother had helped her pick out, showed off a healthy amount of her cleavage. "And that is why Charles Jackson was such an important...
Mr. Fliorio exasperatedly looked at the Latina girl in the front row who was acting up yet again. This wasn't anything new for him. Having taught at the same Brooklyn high school for 15 years, he felt that he'd seen it all before. He knew he could engage her with an argument or he could let her say her piece and then move on. He knew that she wanted the argu...
Ashley sat on the stool, her bare legs and feet kicking idly while she slowly sipped her Starbucks. Caramel Macchiato, her favorite. It always served to calm her nerves and take her to a happy place, a function it was doing now - even with the blur of events still rushing through her mind's eye. First, the memory of her mother, naked in bed with the big, b...