Tom Smith was relieved when the last student finally handed in their final. He gathered his belongings and quickly looked around the room to make sure he had gotten everything. The last day of class was actually a bittersweet day for him. He knew he wouldn't miss the late nights grading student papers, or the nights where he was just bone tired and felt as i...
Sarah has come to live with the master, Abraham, as his slave-wife for her spiritual and sexual betterment. She believes that she is making a prophetic witness. As she demonstrates obedience to her master she acts out the obedience we should all show Christ. Abraham brings Sarah into the room of instruction. The area contains a chair for the master and a be...
Note from Author: This is voiced as a sexual role playing fantasy agreed and played out by two consenting adults over the age of 18. Teaching you to worship my cock I think would be most enjoyable. Your Master's getting sleepy now but I have got a desire for you to drink my cum before bed and let your Master give his special girl her reward before she sleep...
Clytemnestra Lathrop, better known to the corner boys in the Tillery's Tenements area of Buttermilk Falls as "Nasty Nesti" lounged in the outer office of Dickie Divallo. Richard Divallo Senior, had founded Divallo & Rothgeb and then left it to Dickie (Junior). Dickie's oldest son, Richard the Third, called "Trey" headed up Accounting... But it seemed like...
“I’d fantasize about you,” I admitted slyly, slowly sliding my eyes to his, silently telling him I knew something you didn’t. “No you didn’t,” he replied whole heartedly, flipping the channel repeatedly and pulling his knee up to lean his elbow on. “Fine,” I half laughed, “I didn’t.” My eyes didn’t leave his, and he began to get curious as he turned to m...
After a lovely evening out on the town, we head back to your place. Once you close the door behind us, you step behind me, sweep my hair aside, and kiss my neck gently. Then you say, "You know, I had a nice time tonight, but there were a few things that could be improved." "Oh?" I say. "What do you mean?" "Why don't you go back to the bedroom and wait for...
My name is Peggy Pierce and I live with my husband, Matthew, in the faculty apartment of a large residence hall at the University of Texas, Austin. It's a dorm, actually. We moved there two years ago when Matthew was hired as an assistant professor in the psychology department. Both of us had just finished our Ph.D.'s at Stanford (his in psychology and mine...
The loud buzzing of the alarm woke Serena out of her slumber, who immediately sat up in a cold sweat. The brunette looked down to see her over-sized shirt that covered her entire body and breath a sigh of relief. She just had a nightmare that she had been completely naked in a very public area. Not the best dream to wake up to on the first day of teaching....
"The past is never dead. It's not even past." William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun (1951) Preface: The Teller of the Tale My name is Mitch Taylor. You may recognize my name if you follow the best seller lists. My fourth appearance on the most prominent such list in the USA will occur next week after the very recent publication of my new novel. Alth...
It was my wife, Joanne's first day back teaching school after the summer break. During the holiday she had been informed by the Principal (by letter, I might add), that she would now be teaching 12C. This worried me. 12C had a reputation throughout the school; all the kids - if you could still refer to them as such - were around the seventeen or eighteen mar...