The morning after my office encounter with Monica, reality began to set in. The day before I was still riding high from the thrill of it all, but the next day my mind was filled with all of the possible consequences and deep fear crept over me. If anyone ever found out about what happened, I’d not only lose my job but my entire career. If I got fired for having an affair with a student, no other school would ever hire me....

“Professor Stevens?” I looked up from my desk and towards the open door to my office. Standing in the doorway was a student of mine, a girl named Monica who’d been in a few of my classes over the last few years. I usually hated it when students came by right as office hours were about to end and I was getting ready to leave for the day, but it was always good to see Monica. “Come in, Monica, have a seat. What can I help y...

“All right, that's it for today, everyone,” my professor said, turning away to begin erasing the whiteboard. “You have your assignments, and I'll see you next class.” I smiled to myself, watching and waiting as the other students left before hugging him from behind with a soft sigh. “I couldn't wait to see you today.” He smiled, turning to me with open arms and a teasing grin as he dropped the eraser to lead me into his o...

In my life, there are many lines that I've tried to never cross. As a college professor, having sex with one of the students is a line that, if crossed, would lead to no good. Then, Alexis walked into my class. She was young, sexy, with a terrible attitude, and bad news written all over her. The other professors warned me about her and her attitude, her lack of focus, and her penchant for not doing work. But, it is my job...

Professor Derrick Kemper had a problem. A problem with long honey-blond hair and hypnotic cobalt-blue eyes. A problem that was currently sitting in the back row of his lecture hall, sucking absentmindedly on a cherry Blow Pop. He’d thought the candy would be a nice gesture, one that would placate his students. It was, after all, Halloween, and he knew they’d be restless—ready for a night of revealing costumes and cheap bo...

It was an ordinary boring Friday, and I was stuck at home finishing my thesis. No matter how hard I tried to focus on it, my mind has always wandered to him. Mr. S. Suddenly, as if we shared some form of telepathic communication, an email from him popped up on my screen. Good evening, Ms. M, how is your thesis going? I was just wondering whether you needed my help with anything. I will be more than glad to provide the las...

“Fuck!” I shouted. It was quarter past three in the morning. Sarika and I were standing at the passenger pick-up area of the Mumbai airport. We were utterly exhausted from the eighteen-hour journey from Clinton State University in the US, but still had at least another hour to travel by car before we arrived at our hotel. I was looking forward to collapsing into a fresh comfortable bed, and getting a good night’s rest bef...

"I had a meeting with the dean today. Did you know there's a rumor going around that I moonlight as a dominatrix? From what he could gather, I'm just finishing up the juniors and will be starting on the sophomores next week." With interest, I noticed the gentle rise and fall of Annie's chest stop short as she took in my words. "Are you in trouble?" she asked. Her eyes darted around to find me. But I'd already positioned m...

It’s not even true winter yet, and my studio apartment is hopelessly chilly as if the street lamp outside the paper-thin window is the source of all the world’s cold. Researching my graduate thesis in Magical Realism, reading the lush descriptions of my Colombia is painful. Longing squeezes my heart like a tourniquet. So, I spend the chilly evening with a cup of decaf tea, a thick blanket, and a pile of student essays. A...

Proffessor Tomlin and Amy were crawling slowly through the field of poppies.  They were looking for saganthum ardiolaus which only frequented this type of poppies.  As he lie on his back to inspect a particularly interesting specimen the good professor suddenly felt his pants coming down.  Looking up, he saw Amy almost totally nude.  Before he could protest this member was surrounded by Amy's warm, moist nether region.  C...

“But Professor Jones, there has to be another way! I’ll do anything else to make up my grade, anything!” He shook his head, patting his lap once again. “Be a good girl and take the punishment you deserve, Maggie. If I have to tell you again, I’m afraid I’ll have to fail you.” Shaking with excited, nervous anticipation, Maggie stood up and walked over to the desk. She tried to think back, wondering how this had happened. J...

The clock read 6:15. I stand in front of the mirror to freshen up because Sir always likes me to look my best for him when he comes home. I apply a coat of mascara, swipe a gloss over my lips and give my brunette curls one last shake, before spritzing a light perfume on my pulse points and heading downstairs into the kitchen. Dinner was almost ready. I am twenty-two and fresh out of college. It was there that I met Sir. H...