"I took up a new profession: Lecturer at a Local Community College . ."
As a professor of communications at a local community college, I have often thought about the possibilities of hooking up with a cute college coed. I had heard stories of professors doing so, but I didn’t dare be so forward...
"I love my new profession. I really, really do."
I sat in my office going through my lecture notes just prior to heading off to the classroom at our local community college. I was in a good mood and looking forward to spending a Friday night with some fellow...
"Wet dreams and a visit to the Professor's house... Welcome to college."
Lying in bed, my mind was filled with images of our evening together. How his luscious locks shined in the autumn moonlight. His lips were the kind of pink that reminded me of a rosebud. The top lip was thinner,...
"Could an Honours Program be more than Claire bargained for?"
Agonizingly slow, the clock ticked on. Seconds turned to minutes, and eventually, the hour passed. Alas, the period ended and the usual rush of “busy” college kids began. Busy, I snorted, their biggest concern is the massive kegger going on this...
"Melanie adds a Senior to the List"
I hit Send.I really didn’t know what had gotten into me. I mean, he was sweet to help me lug all my stuff up three flights of stairs to my Freshman dorm room, and he was kind of cute. Best...
"Hypnotism doesn't really work, does it?"
This happened in December, 2002. My first semester at Clinton State University was nearly over. Most of the kids had already gone home for the winter break, but I was stuck with a final exam scheduled on the absolute last...
"A TA teaches a new freshman a lesson... in sex"
Thursdays are confusing. I’ve never really gotten the hang of them, personally. But they have nothing on the opposite sex. Baffling, irrational, oblivious, were all words that I use to describe most of them. Julian was no exception (I am...
"You meet a nice boy on a moonlit beach, what else are you going to do?"
She lay on the bed for a few moments, trying to decide on the mise en scène. The responsibility here was immense. So windows cracked, rear door open, the incomparable tropical breeze. Thirty-second shower, gelid, enough for four efficient soap...
"A great way to finish a workout."
A bead of sweat ran down my cheek and dripped onto the hardwood floor below me. I was shooting my last two free throws to finish up my basketball work-out on a Thursday morning during finals week at Wesleyan University....
"It happened again"
I retired to my room, shut the door, and replayed everything that had just happened. There was a lot of pausing and rewinding of Evie in my head. Those piercing eyes...soft body...sweet nectar...intoxicating scent...provocative words - they all made her...