By sunrise on Sunday, Rebel was already awake. Dawn’s first light spilled through her window, casting a warm glow over her skin, the lingering sensations from last night buzzing. Her dreams had been vivid and erotic, replaying moments with Ashland: the brush against her skin, the sharp crack of the paddle. She couldn’t get enough, always wanting more. Her fingers traced the marks left behind, a constellation of warmth and...

On Sunday, Rebel woke and faced the mirror, hardly recognizing herself. As she turned, it all clicked. She saw faint marks on her ass, reminders of what had happened the day before. Sleep had eluded her; her mind buzzed with memories, reliving it in flashes. The blindfold, the brush, the way she had to describe each feeling. One word. She felt her body’s eager response, to the pleasure, but also the pain. The focus. The w...

Sunlight streamed through the large windows of the art studio, illuminating splashes of color on the walls. Canvases leaned haphazardly, some half-finished, others left in frustration. Laughter and chatter filled the air as students scrambled to meet looming deadlines, their stress palpable with end-of-school-year pressure mounting. Rebel hunched over her messy work station, trying, without success, to ignore it all. She...

To Redeem Myself * * * * * I knelt on the dark mahogany floor of the university's art gallery, which had once been the town's chapel. Against the exposed stone walls, an intimidating St Andrew's cross stood. I shuffled nervously, unable to pull my eyes away from it. A shameful warmth bloomed between my thighs. "Strip," Miss Sullivan called out, startling me. She sat on my desk with her long legs crossed, her verdant eyes...

****************************************** Graduation Day * * * * * After studying art for four long years, I was finally graduating. Fidgeting with my clothes, I stood on the stage with spotlights following me. My face wasn't red because of the speech I was about to give, though; public speaking does make me nervous. But I wore crimson cheeks because of the secret hidden beneath my graduation gown. I stepped up to the mi...

Chapter 11: Aftermath The refrigerator hummed in secretive indifference as Marlene navigated her morning. Its monotony barely concealed the disarray in her thoughts, each flicker of doubt manifesting in a clink of silverware or the uncertain weight of coffee cups cradled in her palms. Pictures framed a life of bygone simplicity, their frozen grins a silent indictment of the passions now in play. Her routine bore the hollo...

Chapter 1: A Day in the Life of Mrs. Marlene Weppler Morning light spilled over Marlene Weppler's neatly trimmed garden, casting a warm glow on dew-kissed petals. Standing at the kitchen window, Marlene took a deep breath, savoring the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the floral notes wafting in through the open window. The comforting aroma grounded her, a brief respite from the quiet stirrings of discontent t...

It was an ordinary Tuesday in January. It was cold as hell outside, and I had tried flirting my way through all my classes that morning. The only subjects I was any good at in school were the ones involving numbers. The rest? Mediocre at best. So, every day I followed my older neighbor’s advice: When you suck at something at school, you need to bite your lower lip, look the teacher straight in the eyes, give them a wink,...

Written by Jamesremus and ffuktoy The classroom hummed with quiet focus—pens scratching, students lost in their work. My eyes lingered on my graded paper, red ink slashing across it like a fresh wound. Dread coiled in my gut, but beneath it, a strange heat burned. Mr. Landford’s presence loomed large, tugging at something raw and unspoken inside me. My fingers gripped the chair’s edge as his voice sliced through the still...

My student plays the melody anew, With graceful fingers that subtly prance, From white keys to black, then back again, While upon my ears, the chorus doth dance. Seated beside you I watch them move, With each delicate trill, I carefully follow, Yet from duty, my mind still wanders, That's the reason my praise will sound hollow. For it never was your gentle melodies, Which encaptured heart and soul, No, it was your fingers...

In the quietude of the college study hall, a young student named Jack struggled with his biology textbook. His eyes darted across the pages, trying to make sense of the dense words and diagrams that danced before him. It was a balmy summer evening, and the sun cast long shadows through the windows, hinting at the freedom just beyond the dusty confines of the study hall. Ms. Granger, a professor known for her sharp intelle...

Chapter 6 - The PowerThe bell rang after what felt like an eternity, and George breathed a sigh of relief. "Alright, let's get out of here. My brain can't take any more tangents." "Master, what was all that? I didn't understand any of it." "I hear ya. My theory is that they just make this shit up to mess with me," said George sarcastically. "Though I'll admit it, calculus is easier to pay attention to when you're not in p...