Ms. Honey stood at the front of the classroom, her voice a soothing melody as she discussed the intricacies of poetry. The sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting a warm glow that danced across the desks. James sat in the back, his gaze fixed on her, captivated not just by her words but by the passion that radiated from her every gesture. He had always found solace in literature, but it was Ms. Honey’s encoura...

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...

“Lock the door and come over here.” I pushed the lock and came back. His cock sprang out. My mouth watered, producing the extra saliva I needed to slide this monster further. He grabbed my head and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. I gagged, but he didn’t leave. “Fuck!” he groaned. I felt hot cum shoot into my mouth, sliding down my throat. I pulled his almost softening cock out of my mouth, wiped my lips with the bac...

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...

I sat back and this goddess leapt into my arms. I grabbed her epic booty as we met in a wet passionate mouth dance. We tongued, sucked, bit. I shuddered as she ground her wet need against the instrumental demise of my resistance. Taking cock in hand she squeezed and my head flipped back. “Oh Freema! Fuck me!” She threw my words back. “That is the plan!” She lined up and sunk down with hissing breath. Now it was her head b...

"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 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...