There was a soft knocking at the door, and a sweet voice calling, “Professor?” He glanced up to see a petite blonde hovering uncertainly in his doorway. She shifted back and forth between her feet, fingers tangled together behind her back, the picture of a school girl nervous to talk to her teacher. There was something in her eyes though. “How can I help you, Katherine?” he asked, setting down his pen and leaning back in...

Jon Todd walked into the bar at the Edinburgh University Students Association and went straight to the bar. “Pint of 50 shilling please,” he said to the barman, his flat Yorkshire vowels contrasting with the softer Scottish accents all around him. He’d only come to Edinburgh the year before because that’s where his father had studied, and HE wanted his eldest child to study there as well. It was one of the prices you paid...

***Lindsay*** This is a story about a gay girl that discovers she isn't gay… then discovers she is gay… then realizes that she is just bi, but is not really sure. Confused yet? I know I was. That girl was me. I was sixteen years old, and summer break was just about over. A new school year was beginning, yet unlike most people, I was excited. Not for the reasons one could imagine, however. I was a lesbian. At least I thoug...

The weeks and months of the endless flirting, teasing and stolen glances at her legs and ass end as my warm hand slides up under her short skirt and encounters silky smooth thighs. I feel a rush of excitement as she issues a soft moan as my fingers glide across the warm and wet piece of silk covering her pussy.   The heavy velour house curtains are closed so the sound of her soft moaning travels no further than the main s...

Sometimes I loved being a professor. Most of the time, really. My class is such that usually students don't take it if they aren't serious about it. Classical Mythology is not on the general education list so there are no general education credits for taking it. Teaching a specialized subject typically meant mature and dedicated students. This semester, however, my Thursday evening class had a handful of miscreants in it,...

What better way can a guy start the day than by getting a blowjob and licking the pussy of a hot young woman? Doing it with one who makes no demands beyond sexual ones. I had been out on my bike and not had a shower. Chalk up another one for Ally being a dedicated cocksucker; not even sweat can deter that woman. Others had similar needs. The door to my bedroom was open and I could hear Charles and Janice talking. The show...

I was given the name Candice and I'm happy with it. Anyone who calls me Candy gets what's coming to her. Unless it's a boy. Boys I forgive everything. I love boys. I knew it long before I left St Ursula's, even though I'd hardly spoken to one and had never seen one at school. If the teachers had their way, we'd be taught there was no such thing as a boy.  But I just knew, lying in bed, that the cosy, tingly sensations and...

  It was an unseasonably warm day in mid-October as I strolled up to our usual meeting spot at the southeast corner of the university quad. I was the first of the group to arrive, so I snatched up a seat at the picnic table, at the far end, that was excluded from the shade of a nearby tree. I took off my jacket, exposing my shoulders to the late afternoon sun. Let the warmth wash over my body, knowing that this would be o...

Just over a month into my final year of university and I was hosting another of my biweekly get togethers. As parties in the rat hole, the affection name given to my apartment, went this one was dead. It was about nine o’clock and, while all the regular crowd had been here, there’d been no spark all evening. Maybe it was because Rob, my goofy roommate, hadn’t been there. Apparently I wasn’t the only one that thought this...

So, you think you have a terrible job? Try being a psychiatrist ... psychologist ... whatever the degree on the wall says I am. I never could figure out the difference between the two. All I know is, I got online, figured out where to send the check, and a few days later, received my degree in the mail. I didn't even have to study, which is a good thing since I failed high school. Getting my degree was the easy part. Work...