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Mrs. James had to be the hottest professor on campus but she was also the toughest. She hasn’t been teaching long but in her short time at the university she has developed a reputation especially with the engineering students
Hi erotica lovers. My name is Susan. Well not really, but I REALLY am married to John (not his real name either). We really do exist as a real life couple but most everything you are reading is fantasy born from our overactive imagination and sexual urges
"How can you not remember me?" I looked at her again closely. Did she have any idea how many students I'd had in the 20 years I'd been teaching? Certainly thousands. Hell, I had several hundred students this year alone
It had been a few days since Adams surprise visit in the shop, Stacey hadn't been back so he figured it was just a one time thing but not that i'm complaining his dick seemed to say as it jumped to the thought of naked Stacey. The door beeped and Adam shot up.



Teachers Pet Brett finishes putting his red tie on, looking at himself in the mirror of the bedroom in the new townhouse that he and his wife Bella had just moved into. They were married last year after both graduating from school
The Scotch Bonnet Before you read this, I prefer to build up a little bit about the main character and why they are where they are so it will take a little time for anything to happen. But if you stick with this



"Late again Brianna?!". "Im sooooo sorry, I had to pick my lil brother up from school and take him to daycare for 3:30pm.and my math teacher Mrs.Wright wouldn't let me" "Shh!. I dont want to hear anymore



Dr. Ken Mathews was well known around the hospital as a "ladies man," or more correctly, a "lecher." He was particularly anxious to fuck any new, young, and attractive nurse who joined the staff
Writer’s note: This was something intended for the holidays. I originally planned to post it on Christmas but due to technical difficulties, I’m doing it January 11, 2013. Think of it as a late Christmas present. I’ll be posting more stories after a few days



In Mr. Wilson's strong, yet gentle embrace, Scarlet could not take her mind off of the bulge in his trousers. His dark, rich brown hair and deep, smoldering brown eyes were always extremely enticing to 15-year-old Scarlet



She smoothed her skirt and touched up her lipstick. She looked stunning. Her chocolate brown hair was in a loose bun and a few natural waves framed her oval face. Her green eyes her accented beautifully with light eyeliner and green eyeshadow



Hello! This is my most recent submission and is intended to be a stand alone story. Thank you to my many friends who have prompted me to write again. I get a rush out of the idea people are enjoying themselves when they read the stories I submit
After what felt like a week had passed syxx noticed something odd about the goddesses and noticed that none of them were talking to him whenever he stopped by to check up on them. This continued for about a couple of weeks



WARNING THIS STORY IS ENTIRELY FICTION AND NONE OF IT IS TRUE! Alysha Nett- Grocery store It was another hot summer night for Alex as he pushed around carts in the parking lot at his job at the local grocery store



Last weekend I was in Vegas with a friend of mine. We were both turning 40 and hadn’t seen each other for almost a decade