It was Monday and we were back at school. We'd had such a hot weekend. I took her in all sorts of positions, in all sorts of places about my apartment, and insisted she keep her boots on almost every time. She reminded me of a dominatrix, it was so fucking sexy.The whole day I couldn't pass her without thinking about it, and I knew it was written all over my face when she sent me secret knowing smiles. It's the last perio...

Amy was so hot.She badly wanted to unbutton her blouse the entire way, but even with a camisole underneath that would be just be inappropriate. And she definitely didn't want to appear like a hooker in front of her intimidating boss. Mr. Cromwell was as sexy and cocksure as a porn star. Just the way he strutted (and oh, did he strut) down the hall so sure of himself and so aware of his effect on the female staff; the way...

I awoke to a head of sexy red hair spread across my chest. Running my fingers through it, I recalled the hot night I'd just had. I'd woken my student up around 8 pm for a second "lesson." I took her from behind as we laid on our sides. Slipping my hand down her back, I wondered what I would teach her today. She was an eager little thing, I would find out later that day, curious about different positions, and different deg...

I had never been so nervous about a girl in all my thirty-one years--not for the first girl I'd had sex with, and not for the most beautiful girlfriend I'd ever had. Only for a sweet, sexy seventeen-year-old, who was more beautiful inside, and out, than any woman I'd ever dated. The back of my neck felt damp with a little sweat. I rolled my sleeves up, and flexed my arms a little. The door opened, and I made sure my top b...

I was shocked when one of the other teachers, one of my best buds, showed me the story. Of course I knew who had written it. Everyone could have guessed.She was a unique seventeen yeard old girl. She wasn't makeup-and-clothes-obsessed, she wasn't a mouthy brat, she wasn't an angst-ridden teenager, she just was who she was. Her hair was a shade of red you could never bottle. Her eyes were hazel, my favorite eye-color on a...

...Fear set in when I saw our neighbors' kitchen light turn on. They were a very nice, conservative couple in their late sixties, Ellen and George. I immediately grabbed my nightgown to cover myself, but my naughty husband grabbed it back with a smirk on his face. I sighed out loud in frustration as he tossed it to the far end of the room. He could act like such a horny teenager sometimes! Seriously, what would they think...

Damien was driving home from another uneventful day at the office. It was a very snowy December evening and he knew it was going to be a night on the couch with a beer, alone, again. Maybe he'd catch a game, find a movie, then go on the computer for a bit. Tomorrow would probably be the same, especially with the harsh snowstorm expected to arrive soon... It was days like this that he almost wished he wasn't divorced. Not...

That grin still hadn't left his face... I was starting to get the feeling that he was planning something. Our night wasn't over yet, so he had said. But what, I wondered, could he possibly be planning? This question faded from my mind upon pulling into the driveway. It was quiet as we casually got out of the car, unlocked the door, and stepped inside. Immediately I went to the bedroom, and donned a clean satin nightgown....

John Lucas couldn't bear it another day. He had to do something. She was driving him crazy. He shouldn't be pacing back and forth in his bedroom, wondering what his student looked like naked. He had to distract himself. This was so wrong.He thought about his sex life, and his love life. He thought about his classes for tomorrow. He thought about the girl students. Yes, he was very guilty of masturbating to thoughts of a f...

I was trying very hard to focus on something other than my husband's erection. I shouldn't have worn this little black dress. He loves to see me in it way too much. It's so comfortable and it's a warm night, so I figured it would be fine. But Brett couldn't stop looking at my legs.I was also wearing my new thong. It was thinner than any thong I had ever worn, so it was really causing some feelings that were not appropriat...

What's worse than going to your husband's parents' house for dinner? Nothing, echoed my mind. Sighing, I slid into my black heels and stared at myself in the mirror as I fixed my hair a little. His hands touched my sides and slowly roamed my curves, up and down. I smiled slyly when I heard him purr in approval of my choice of apparel. "Very nice, baby..." He started trailing kisses down my long neck, and I wanted so badly...

...Alley stroked his hard member, and watched it harden even more... Mr. Roberts' groans encouraged her to further explore. One hand was stroking, while the other hand really was exploring, near his sac. Upon reaching his balls, she felt his hand push her long hair behind her ear then lift her chin so he could see her face. Alley," he gasped. "Alley... I... I... " BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! She slammed her hand down on the annoyin...