The next morning, Victoria woke up late. She was so tired she didn't even hear her alarm clock. When she opened her eyes and glanced at the clock beside her bed, she jolted awake. She had an hour until her first class... which meant she had to be waiting in her classroom for Britney in 30 minutes. She immediately rushed to the shower and rushed through the most urgent tasks of her morning routine. She quickly threw on bla...

She had to get out of here. Sweat beaded on her forehead. It was around noon, and the sun was already beating down mercilessly. This wasn't surprising, it was the middle of summer after all. The work she did wasn't particularly strenuous, but it required a pace that was difficult to maintain on a day like this. Jenna placed the last tray of fruit on one of the long tables covered with a snow-white tablecloth and wiped her...

The club pulsed with the kind of energy only freshers’ week could bring, sticky floors underfoot, bass thumping through the walls, and the sharp tang of cheap vodka and sweat hanging in the air. Rachel clung to her plastic cup, her fingers damp from condensation and nerves, her wide eyes darting between the writhing bodies on the dance floor and the clusters of laughter-shouting strangers near the bar. She had dressed car...

The final week of the term started with a mini-heatwave, resulting in large air conditioning units having to be set up in the sports hall to try and keep it at a comfortable temperature whilst exams were going on. I had to oversee a few exams during the week, but on Thursday I was back in my classroom, completing end-of-year reports during a rare free period when I heard a soft knock at the door. I turned my head and saw...

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...

Victoria woke up the next morning to the sound of her alarm buzzing loudly. She stretched her arms and felt the bed next to her was still warm. She looked next to her and saw her husband was sleeping. She smiled. She was happy she got to spend the night with him again. She wondered how he felt about the blowjob she gave him last night. Was he pleased? Did he like it? Did he want more of it? But soon, she snapped out of it...

When they were walking through the mall, they passed by a big mirror. Victoria couldn’t help it and looked into it. And when she did, she felt her shame coming back. She looked like a slutty young girl in these clothes. She was a 36-year-old married woman, and she was dressed like an 18-year-old schoolgirl. And it was even worse because Britney looked like her friend from school, and they could look like friends. Victoria...

"Wake up, slut!" Victoria woke up with the sound of Britney’s voice. "Come, get me my coffee and prepare for our shopping trip. Hurry up; we don't have a lot of time." Victoria sat up and rubbed her sleepy eyes. She immediately stood up and walked into the kitchen. Still naked, Victoria made a cup of coffee and walked back to the master bedroom. Britney was already dressed and looking in the mirror as she brushed her hair...

"So... have you decided, Charlie?" Amanda Ashley smirked at her college professor. Charles Erikson, twenty-eight years of age looked at his twenty-year-old student with a frown. They were in his office, a spacious private one with a big Mahogany table and ornate chairs. Charlie was done for the day so he was surprised when Amanda came in and even more shocked at her offer! If they were in Foal Isles, how this conversation...