After a shy knock at the door, Mr Smithson's eyes were drawn to Bethia as she entered his photography office, her hips swaying with each step. Her curves were accentuated by the fitted dress she wore, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of capturing her beauty on film. Her full breasts bounced with every movement, the fabric of her clothing stretched tightly over them. With each step, the fai...

I’m a chemistry professor at a large university, already over halfway through a busy fall semester, and what a semester I’m having! Fall is when I teach Organic Chemistry 1 to a couple of hundred undergraduate students, ranging from the chemistry majors that understand the subject and want to be there to the pre-meds that hate everything about the subject but need to pass my class if they ever want to get into medical sch...

I couldn’t reach her. I was running as fast as I could. She ran with grace, naked. Occasionally she would stop, turn, and look at me. Despite this, I couldn’t catch up. I needed to talk to her. Her face was beautiful and new to me, yet somehow she wasn’t. I was going to lose her. She flitted across the sand, my feet seeming to sink deeper with each step. Suddenly, I was next to her, and she was smiling. She put her hand o...

FINALLY! I was happy that school was back in session! I couldn’t WAIT to get back to campus. I LOVE school. I was good at it, carrying a solid 3.5, majoring in Architecture. I was reasonably hot, so there was no shortage of guys trying to get with me. But mostly, I loved school because my mother wasn’t there. It wasn’t that I didn’t love my mother. I did, I mean I do, but she was still so bitter and angry that any time sp...

I was tied up with school work for the next few days, but before long Friday rolled around, and my dinner date with Mary Sue Henderson. We had decided to go to Rocco's Tacos. I waited for her in the dorm lobby, which connects the men's and women's towers. The elevator dinged, opened, and there she was, right on time at 5:30, wearing a blue fuzzy sweater and jeans. Her long blonde hair was in a ponytail and her fingernails...

The next morning, I woke up an hour early for class. Stuart was still snoring in his bed. I was fully awake and alert, firing on all cylinders, and full of energy! The encounter with Professor Milford had certainly given me a boost in my self-confidence that was sticking around. I got to class early, got a good seat, and followed the lecture with rapt attention. I even raised my hand and answered a few questions. My other...

I had to splash water on my face after that last lecture. She was wearing a short skirt. Again! I cannot keep my eyes off of her brown skin and enticing chest. I am sure she flashed me a yellow thong today. I am almost back to my room to pack up and she is just rushing out! She freezes with wide eyes and pink in her ebony cheeks. “Sorry, Professor. I …um…left something. Have a good day.” My heart-rate quickens. I make my...

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...

It was a warm summer night when I first saw him, my new English professor, Mr. Jameson. I had always been attracted to older men with authority, and he was no exception. His salt-and-pepper hair and glasses gave him an air of wisdom that only fueled my desire for him. I sat in the front row of his class, eagerly soaking up every word he spoke. One day, as I turned in a paper, he caught my eye and smiled at me. It was a si...

If there’s one thing that can throw sound judgment out the window, it’s having the best sex of your life, with the hottest woman you’ve ever been with. That’s the only explanation that I have for inviting Monica to come and spend the weekend at my place. It was too late to change my mind now as she was already on her way over. Not that I wanted to change my mind anyway. I was as nervous as I was excited, wondering if I’d...

The morning after my office encounter with Monica, reality began to set in. The day before I was still riding high from the thrill of it all, but the next day my mind was filled with all of the possible consequences and deep fear crept over me. If anyone ever found out about what happened, I’d not only lose my job but my entire career. If I got fired for having an affair with a student, no other school would ever hire me....

“Professor Stevens?” I looked up from my desk and towards the open door to my office. Standing in the doorway was a student of mine, a girl named Monica who’d been in a few of my classes over the last few years. I usually hated it when students came by right as office hours were about to end and I was getting ready to leave for the day, but it was always good to see Monica. “Come in, Monica, have a seat. What can I help y...

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...