I'm a teacher. Lots of freaky stuff happens at school. Let me tell you about an adventure I had at work. I always did like Kate. She is beautiful. She is tall and curvy. She has blond hair and hazel eyes. I noticed her the first day she came to work in our building. Oh my God, when she got pregnant, I thought I was going to die from lust poisoning. I love p...
When my girlfriend asked whether her friend Becky could stay with us for a few days, I wasn't thrilled. Not that I minded her friends, but I knew what a friend in the apartment meant: No sex. No sex=no fun, in my mind. Still, Becky had never visited before and I knew it was the right thing to do, so I agreed that we could open our home to her. I just hoped...
She was a cute little Asian girl, probably too young for me at 20-something, with me in my '50s. One day she came to the yoga class I was teaching. She had on long, tan yoga pants that stuck to the sexy curves of her thighs. Her ass was perfectly round. Her small, pointy Asian tits poked out from under a cropped white t-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, which...
Edited by Lovely Anon ***** Some people would say the best thing about teaching in an all-boys school is that you could eye up attractive young men. I think differently, it's that they spend most of their time eyeing me up. Of course I never show anything back, apart from the odd occasion when I'd wear a particularly sultry outfit just to have a day where...
"Oh my god, there she is again. God she's so hot." Said Natalie as we stretched before yoga class. The rest of the students, mostly women, were filing into the studio where we practiced yoga. It was a small class, maybe twelve students. The object of Natalie's adoration was our beautiful instructor, Annette Boniganzi. Our teacher Annette was kneeling with he...
A/N: I just added chapters, that use the score system of CHYOA. I hope everything works as intended. But if you notice something, feel free to contact me. Either in the comments or via DM. Thank you and enjoy the story! Update May 22: I implemented a kind of game clock, that should make it possible to play the story as a game from now on. Obviously, there's...
Emmy brought her hands to her face to hide her embarrassment. She wasn't ready to admit her relationship with Charlie and she certainly hadn't wanted to be exposed so lewdly to Yogi Jacob. The humiliation only added to her arousal. Charlie pressed her lips against Emmy's pussy, giving her a kiss before pulling back and up into a sitting position. "Not interr...
The two young men sat in their preferred armchairs with Master James on the left and Master William on the right. They weren't looking at me directly, despite the chairs being turned to face the bookcase, but that was ok. Dominants weren't required to pay attention to furniture and that's what they had decreed that I would be this evening, room decoration wi...
Faye would always associate college with the smell of eucalyptus in late summer, the dusty dry of the campus, and that pale-yellow California sunshine. The fragrance had seemed cloying—almost suffocating—that first August, impossible to escape. It was kind of like how she felt about being in school. Faye had grown up in a college town herself, her mother tau...
It was just supposed to be a stupid prank. The glue shouldn't have been strong enough to do much more than tug at Ms. Madison's pants. At most, it would maybe tear them a little, Alex thought, but he'd been wrong. Her pants clung to the chair as she stood up to discuss existentialism and the novel they were supposed to be reading for class. The chair lifted...