Sixteen-year-old Mitch Carstairs was in love with his older sister. He kept his love and desire for her locked deep inside lest his parents discover it and ship him off to a headshrinker. As he washed the breakfast dishes, he spied his sister, Belinda, who was stretched out on a chaise lounge, soaking up some rays. The sight of her trim and tanned body in her tiny fire-engine red bikini had him hard almost immediately. He...

As I walked down into the basement with Mr. and Mrs. Delson, I felt an odd mix of arousal and trepidation. In all the time I’d been babysitting and seducing horny dads, I had always had the upper hand. It was clear to me now that I had sorely misjudged Mr. D. and completely misunderstood his intentions. So, why was I allowing myself to be led into something that was so far out of my comfort zone? The answer was easy, real...

When Mia had taken her seat in the lecture hall, she found she had time to review her notes on the previous lecture, which had gloried in the title, “Psychopathia Sexualis.” It had detailed how the terms sadism and masochism had originated, and the birth of sexology as a discipline. It was the first of a week-long series of lectures dedicated to sexuality for students at the faculty of psychiatry. The annual series of lec...

It’s been many years since I was a schoolgirl at St. Matilda's Academy but I still remember one afternoon very clearly. If I've forgotten anything I've added what I know would have happened. I was eighteen, nearly nineteen and in my last term at St. Matilda's. My friend Lucy and I loved playing tennis. We were the school stars and we'd played for both St. Matilda's and our county. School sports for our year were on Wednes...

I walked downstairs, the house warm, as promised, and within a short time, I stood by the study door. Checking again that I looked presentable, I knocked and entered to find Professor Nevis behind his desk, reading a research paper. He looked up, his gaze instantly sharpening as it swept over me. The detached academic vanished, replaced by an intensity that pinned me to the spot. His eyes lingered on the stark white cotto...

I was sitting in the Eagle, enjoying a well-earned pint, having just submitted my recent assignment as part of my PhD, when my professor, Professor William Nevis, walked in and saw me sitting in the snug to his left. He smiled warmly and gestured towards the seat opposite me as if asking permission to sit down. I nodded enthusiastically as he walked over and sat down. He was wearing a tweed jacket with leather patches on...

Those of you who have read my memoirs like “Nora Explains Herself,” “Fantasies of a Young Dominatrix,” and “Nora Turns a Trick” know that I had two periods of being a hooker while in college. In my freshman year at the City College of New York, I was a part-time, completely ad hoc, and self-employed prostitute. I decided to never do vaginal sex for pay, but almost everything else was on the table. In my senior year, I was...

“Masey boy,” Calvin said again, drying his hair with the towel. “You find your bag?” I nodded, still gripping the blanket like it could hide the very obvious hard-on in my briefs. “Yeah. The staff already brought it up,” I muttered, not trusting myself to say more. My eyes flicked down once more before I could stop them. His cock was still swinging gently in those black trunks, heavy and outlined like it was half-awake an...

With the school year now behind me, I sat at my desk and organized the contents of each drawer. My transistor radio played at low volume in order to fill the classroom's silence. I was humming along to a song by The Carpenters when a soft knock sounded on the half-open door. Looking up, I smiled to see Bradley lingering just outside. "Bradley, what are you still doing here?" A glance at the wall clock let me know it was a...