Everything related to teachers.
Mr Anderson was a dignified man. In his early forties, he was respected throughout the community as The All Girls Vittoria Academy’s Headmaster. With salt and pepper hair he was not an ugly man, but he was not a smoking hot young one. His look was distinguished, powerful. All Girls Vittoria was a prestigious school,…
Iris stretched across her bed, determined to finish the last few words in her journal before she completely passed out from the exhaustion her evil little kindergarten class had put her through earlier that day. Dear Me, I wonder when the next time I might see him will be. He always pops up so randomly…
“Bella! How many times do I have to tell you to stop talking to Katie?” Ms. Harrison shouts. “Sorry, she’s distracting me,” I quickly respond. “Lies!” Laughs Katie. “Whether she is distracting you or not, I only keep hearing your voice, so I’m moving you down to the front of the class, right in front…
They were just about to graduate but only one thing was holding them back. That was the Senior Project they were required to do. They hadn’t come up with an idea and had to start there at least. They knew they had to have that done and so they headed home and spent some time…
It started as one of those days where nothing went right. From the moment my alarm clock jarred me awake at 6:00am (damn that broken snooze button), to narrowly missing the train to campus, I knew I should have just skipped classes. Unfortunately, I wasn’t given a choice as it was the first day of…
Mr. Bigs was my favorite teacher. He was about 30 years old, but I was 18, so I didn’t feel wrong about having a huge crush on him. He taught English and even though I hated English, he made me want to go to his class. I always made sure to check my hair and…
“Husband ? So wait, you mean like he- he’s married?” I said breathlessly. I feel so bad, but my physical attraction is so strong. I still want him inside of me. I want him to come home. In my heart, though, I feel trashy. I didn’t plan on having any type of relationship, sexual or…
It’s my first day of college at Howard University and my parents are just dropping me off. “Oh, my baby finally graduated! Oh, Brian, take one last picture with your step-daughter!” He hugs me really tight while she takes the picture. She squeezes the life out of me for the last time. Honestly, I don’t mind my mother…
Tyler sat in the back of the classroom being one of the 5 students in the class, bored as she waited for the rest of the students to catch up. It was an easy class and she knew the subject well, so she ended up finished days before the assignments were due. This left her…
Miss Trottle was a teacher in a high school in Bristol, Connecticut. It was the end of a particularly hard few weeks because as the summer holidays approach the workload for the teacher doubled, with parent’s evenings, thousands of reports, after school events and end of year exams Miss Trottle was glad of the fact…
I couldn’t believe we were nearly through the second term of the school year. I think I had noticed you in my geography class from day one. You had a sparkle in your eyes that to me spelt trouble, and fun. In my many years of teaching I had come across many types of people,…
I waited until Hannah was fast asleep, and slipped out from underneath the duvet. My heart was racing and my stomach was in knots. I went into the bathroom and turned on the light, hoping the brightness wouldn’t escape underneath the door and wake her up. I slipped out of my comfy panda pyjamas, and…
I barely could stand one more class. I was too anxious. Tonight will be my night. The night when I will finally lose my virginity. Sadly it won’t be with my boyfriend as I don’t have one but with a complete stranger. It sucks a bit, to lose it cheaply like a whore but I…
In the morning Michael woke early as he always did. He was instantly aware of Juliette, still sleeping deeply beside him. He was tempted to wake her but then thought better of it. As a student she probably didn’t have to get up this early and might not appreciate his early morning enthusiasm. Instead he…
The thing was, Joe was a bad lad. A naughty lad. One of the ones my Mum had told me to stay away from when I’d been at school. Perhaps that was why he fascinated me so much. Did all the bad lads slip away to toss themselves off? Perhaps my Mum had been right…
