I live in a warm part of the country so when October rolled around, and pumpkin spice lattes appeared on the menu at the campus coffee shops, the temperature was still in the 80s and the weather was beautiful. It had been a week or so since I had gotten caught checking out Beth in my class, and I was still a little shocked that the whole incident had gotten me worked up enough to finger myself in my office while gawking a...

The ecology major couldn't help but rearrange her breasts for the tenth time that hour. It overwhelmed her with anxiety and struggled to stay put on her bed. The room was decorated with led lights and she had her phone set firmly on a selfie stick. The nineteen-year-old was ready to get this session over with quickly. The week beforehand, she had been in bed checking her stats. For eight weeks she streamed on four sites....

Tara and I had just finished our sandwiches when she made a show of fanning herself. "It's getting hot," she said. "Why don't we head into the woods for a little while?" I swallowed hard at her suggestion. Though the spring day was plenty warm, my flushed face had nothing to do with the heat. Hadn't I expected this to happen? I asked myself. When Tara invited me to a nature preserve not far from the college we both attend...

Simon Hicks was a nineteen-year-old college guy living with his alcoholic dad and gran in Manchester, England. His mum passed away two years before to cancer. He went to college every day, hung out with his friends on campus and talked about girls and fucking. Simon was a little jealous of his best friend, Tom Dale, because he was confident and a hit with the ladies, and gets to fuck all the girls he wanted. Whereas he, h...

As I pulled into my father's driveway, I frowned in confusion at the sight of an unfamiliar car parked next to his. Dad didn't have many friends aside from his poker buddies, so I had no idea who would be visiting him on a Thursday afternoon. I'd recently begun working nights at the hospital, and I tried to check in on Dad fairly often before I had to start getting ready for my shift. At seventy years old, Dad had retired...

I went to see Chris late in the day when I knew most of the offices around his would be empty. You know that saying about feeling as if your heart is in your throat? That's exactly how I felt approaching his open door. I was showing up outside of his scheduled office hours, but I sensed he would be there. Smoothing a hand over my shoulder-length brown hair, I glanced down at my outfit. My blue dress, while suitable for su...

Alex Steele, a college senior, has been assigned to interview Dr. Emily Watson, a successful psychiatrist, for her university's newspaper. Alex is instantly drawn to Dr. Watson's intelligence, confidence, and enigmatic aura. He can't help but feel a wave of nervousness wash over him as he sits down across from her. As they begin the interview, Alex tries to maintain his professional demeanour, but finds himself easily dis...

"Hey, how's it going, Jessica?" he warmly yet casually greeted me as he saw me enter his office. "Please, find a seat. You're saving me from having to work on my bullshit thesis anyway." I giggled and sat down, sitting at the desk with him. "Thanks for always finding time for me," I told him. He shrugged. "Thanks for caring about your work so much, you make my job worth it," he told me with that smile of his. "So…?" I nee...

It started innocently enough. When we all went back to college and saw our old, awkward professor for our main class, we figured we knew what seminars were going to be like. But it turned out we only had Dr. Skarja for lecture — in seminars, we had a TA. And our TA, Ryan, was a complete hottie. It wasn't clear if the guy even knew he was hot. Honestly, in terms of looks, the guy was around a 7/10 — maybe an 8/10 on a good...

I had a thing for older men. As a twenty-one-year-old college student, I was well aware of how many girls my age had daddy issues, but I wasn't attracted to men my father's age. No, I longed for men old enough to be my grandfather. While my friends gushed over the hot forty-something literature professor who strutted around campus like he owned the place, I was always looking for an excuse to stop by the office of my prof...