Monica I sat at my desk watching my professor talk. The man loved to hear himself talk. I can’t even imagine a person being more… well, boring. But still, if I was going to get the internship I desperately needed, I had to get an ‘A’ in his class. It wasn’t my fault really…Ok, sure…
This story took place a weekbefore I was set to graduate from college. I had completed all of the coursework and gotten all of my grades but I just wanted to be absolutely sure that I was in line to get my diploma. Therefore, I was on my way to my advisor’s office. My advisor…
It started out in small glances and hidden smiles. The small things are the best things, the slight brush of fingers handing in a paper, the slight touch of his chest as I walk past, and the desirable scent that he always left behind. It was the small things like rain drops that built to…
“She moaned lightly as he slidthe tip of his cock between the lips of her pussy…” He rubbed his own cock through his dress pants under his desk as he read the words he assumed Cassandra Delton had inadvertently handed in as her short story in his honors writing class. Hearing a knock at his…
If I was looking for an excuse for what I had done with Randy that Friday afternoon, I could have blamed it on the Dog Days of Summer, but I wasn’t looking for any excuses. There has always been something about the unseasonably hot and humid days of the Dog Days of Summer that has…
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I glanced at my schedule one last time, just to double check that I had my poetry class next.Sighing slightly, I hitched my bookbag up on my shoulder and headed over to the building. “Ali!” I heard a voice call behind me. I flinched and turned; there was my roommate’s friend, Erin, running toward me…
It’s the course you’ve set your heart on, at the college you’ve always dreamed of going to. Your grades are there, but there’s one final hurdle to clear – an interview with the course tutor. The day comes and you dress yourself prettily but not too provocatively, in a light blue summer dress that just…
The year was 1901; the final year of my music studies at the conservatory. Franz was about ten years older than me and occasionally visited our class to lecture or give instruction as he was too young to acquire the position of a professor at the time, though he was on good terms with all of…
“Really?” she asks me with a curious smile. “That’s what some psychological studies have suggested”, I reply. A psychoanalytical suggestion that men are attracted to the female’s butt because it stands for the breasts seems to intrigue Allyson, my 19 years old Australian student. She is one of the most lively and vivacious girls amongst…
Commando #1 By Randolph O. Mann Harangue Lindsey Leicester knew exactly why this meeting had been arranged, while her mother on the other hand had nary a clue. This whole affair had an impish déjà vu feeling of a dreaded trip to Principal’ s Office which had placed Ms. Leicester on edge. As all…