I'm one of the few male teachers at St. Matilda's Academy for Young Ladies, an exclusive and very expensive English private school for girls. I teach an upper year class of seventeen to nearly nineteen year olds. It's a voyeur’s paradise, as all my girls seem to be trying to outdo each other in wearing the thinnest, most boob-clinging school uniform white blouses, the shortest grey pleated skirts and the most sheer black...

Some moments are decisive in moulding our personality, at least for specific traits. Know what I mean? You can tell something's changed. Take sex, for example. Can you remember when it came to be SEX? Can you determine that turning point for you and your sexuality? Well, I can. It's that defining occasion when it became obvious that average or satisfactory wouldn't cut it anymore. Not only did my perspectives broaden, but...

For a brief moment, Kristen had thought she might be finished with classrooms. Her résumé had already been judged and found adequate. Anything she added to it now would be a hobby of her own choosing, rather than a desperate bid to be noticed and chosen for the best opportunities. What better opportunity could she possibly hope to compete for than the one she’d already been offered, as a trainee of the Bureau? Already, th...

Natalie Mulheron was an eighteen-year-old hot blonde with big breasts in the last year of high school. Loads of guys wanted to date and fuck her, but she thought they were all immature for her. It was the second term at school, and Natalie sat in her English class at the front, chatting to her friends, when the classroom door opened and then closed. She glanced up and she held her breath. A goddess had walked into the roo...

It was early December when I came home from College. UCT first year felt more of a transitional period for me, making new friends, adjusting to living with a roommate, learning my way around the school and getting to classes on time. The subjects weren’t that hard yet, but the following year would require effort so I was intent on enjoying my holiday. I’ve always been a good student, my step dad sat on the school board at...

“But I have a class in about an hour,” I tried to reason, as I got dressed. “It wasn’t a question. Go home and rest. You’ll feel better, you won’t be sore.” “Okay,” I answered and left the room. I walked out of the office, feeling satisfied. Though as I walked, I asked myself what the hell had just happened. I was really sore, but I wanted to disobey him to see what would happen. So, I went to my next class, then left to...

College, 2015. Class, right before my lunch hour is supposed to begin… I have been having a “flirtationship” with my classmate, Kenny for the past year, and this was our first time having a class together, and thus seeing each other regularly every week. He has more than hinted at wanting to hookup and having more than adequate equipment to do the job and do it properly. Aside from the fact that I was a virgin at the time...

College transforms young individuals for their awkward teens to sensual adults, but there is always a hitch when it comes to the transformation, lack of privacy. Some are quicker to shed embarrassment while others burrow deeper into themselves to the point of antisocial behavior. In the case of Samantha’s evolution, she found herself blossoming in every case but her sexuality. Since leaving home, she has been unable to fi...

Class was over. The students in this advanced placement twelfth grade class were filing out. I was behind the wooden lectern where I had just ended a lecture. Some history with a social justice angle that I thought was riveting. Half the kids were awake, I think. I was looking over my notes, checking off all the points and big ideas that I would include in the quiz tomorrow. Then I felt his hands behind me. I glanced at t...

Coming out of a reverie, I blinked and rubbed my eyes. I’d been staring at a blank slide in my Power Point presentation for fifteen minutes. I was supposed to give a presentation on conflict dynamics in family systems for class at Clinton State University the next morning, and I had nothing. It all made sense in my head, but when I tried to visualize it on the computer, all the words and text seemed to float around in a c...

That evening, both Adam and his teacher, Miss Greene, relived the exciting and forbidden events of the afternoon. Adam couldn’t believe the woman of his dreams, the love of his life, wanted him too. He could still feel his first kiss, the taste of her tongue dancing in his, his first blowjob and then repaying the pleasure by eating her out. It was all so much better than the movies he had watched online. He was in such bl...

The four thirty bell couldn't have rung early enough. Monica nearly ran to Mr. Jacob's classroom while everyone else was running for the exit. She was finally giving in to the flirtatious glances, sexual remarks and overwhelming attraction. As she reached his door, Monica didn't bother to stop and compose herself. She pushed open the door and went straight for his desk. The classroom was empty, just as he promised. Mr. Ja...