Author: story_teacher

I summoned a witch to try and save my marriage. What could go wrong? (Part 2)

Derek’s heart thudded audibly in his chest, sweat dripping down his brow, blood rushing away from his head (to his other head) when he saw his phone light up on the conference room table with a notification:

“Text from: Wifey”

Oh god, he thought. Clearing his throat and interrupting the presentation, he excused himself to go to the bathroom.

Once there, he checked to make sure he was alone, before locking himself in a stall.

Just breath, he told himself. Relax. It’s going to be fine. This is what you wanted. This is why you summoned…her.

Derek thought back to yesterday, to everything that had happened. He summoned Morrigan, the night before in a fit of blue-balls induced mania. She was supposed to be a “sex witch,” the spirit of a murdered woman who drove her village mad with lust. Derek didn’t really believe it would work, but then… Read more »

“We can’t keep meeting up like this…” Dialog only challenge

A fellow Redditor gave me this challenge: write a dirty story with only dialog. Nothing else. I may have bent the rules just a little, but hopefully I still get full credit.

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“We can’t keep meeting up like this…”
“Why not?”

“Because…what if they find out?”
“They won’t.”

“But how do you know?”
“I’m not going to tell anyone…are you?

“No…but…is it wrong?”
“It doesn’t feel wrong to me.”

“God, don’t look at me like that…”
“Like what?”

“Like you…like you really *see* me.”
“I can’t help it Alix.”

“I can’t remember the last time he looked at me like that.”
“He doesn’t see you like I do.”

“Neither does she…she doesn’t appreciate you like I do…”
“I know…”

…

“Oh god…Nick..I haven’t been kissed like that in forever. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like that actually.”
“I can’t get you out of my head. I spend all day thinking about you.”

“I can’t escape you. It’s like…I’m trapped in your orbit.”
“I know how you feel…it’s almost like…we are twin suns, orbiting each-other, caught in each other’s gravity” Read more »

I summoned a witch to try and save my marriage. What could go wrong?

Derek checked the printout again, going over every detail. He had the candles in the right position, the runes were drawn just like in the picture, and the incantation was ready. He glanced at himself in the mirror and had a momentary flash of doubt.

What was he doing? He didn’t believe in magic. This was crazy.

But by now, he was at the end of his rope. He had tried talking to Emily a thousand times about their problems. He had suggested couples therapy, adult stores, watching porn together, role play, toys, dress up…anything he could think of. Yet at every suggestion, she continued to rebuff him. At this point, it had been a solid six months since they had slept together. But no matter how he tried to approach the issue, she seemed disinterested in the idea.

Was it him, he wondered, as he looked at his reflection. He had been channeling all of his sexual frustration into working out, into improving his body, hoping she would notice. But still, nothing. He had been getting plenty of attention from his coworkers, but it wasn’t them he wanted.

He wanted his wife. Read more »

Everything changed after matching with a former student on Tinder: Part 4

Sorry for the delay! You guys know how it is, real life getting in the way and all that. Part 4 is a bit different than my other entries, but I hope you’ll enjoy just the same. And don’t hesitate to reach out. I love hearing from my fans ;)

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Allie was troubled. Troubled and flustered. She couldn’t…wouldn’t put other adjectives to how she was feeling right now.

She texted Nick again.

“Baby please respond? I’m freaking out over here…”

She sat in the bathroom stall and tried to get a grip on the situation. Why did she decide to wear this dress to dinner? She opened the stall door and glanced at herself in the mirror. The dark blue dress was cut just under her arms, showing off her breasts (which had always been almost too big for her frame), pressing them together tightly and pushing them out. The rest of the dress hugged her tight body like a glove, especially her thick ass, product of a healthy habit of doing squats at the gym. She had felt so confident wearing it. So sexy. And then her boss, Mr. Evans, had to ruin it. Read more »

“Everything Changed” part 3: Detention

Check out my post history for parts 1 and 2.

Allie checked her reflection in the mirror and frowned. It was the second day of her business trip, and she just wanted to be back home with her husband. These weekend conferences always made her uncomfortable, especially lately since her boss had seemed to take a special interest in her. He was always making little comments about her body, subtly encouraging her to show off more skin. She had been working really hard in the gym lately, but that was for her husband, not her boss. It made her sick. But, she couldn’t deny that the attention worked her up a little bit. Just a little. She took out her phone and texted a picture to Nick.

“I miss you baby<3 can’t wait to see you tomorrow! Heading out to dinner now”

Her dark blue dress hugged her curvy body, showing off the hard work she had been putting in at the gym. Her cleavage was more exposed than she would have liked, but she thought her husband would appreciate the sight…and she knew her boss would. Read more »

Everything changed after matching with a former student on Tinder: Part 2

[link to part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/opormr/everything_changed_after_matching_with_a_former/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

It was Saturday afternoon. Nick’s footsteps echoed down the empty corridors of the school as he made his way to his classroom. It was a good thing that he was so friendly with the head janitor, Joesph. Nick had called him earlier in the day and tried his best to explain the situation without giving away too many details.

“Don’t you worry about a thing, Mr. Franklyn,” Joseph told him. “I know exactly what you are talking about. Between you and me, you aren’t the first teacher to use the school for these…purposes. I’ll ensure you won’t be disturbed, and the side door will be unlocked.”

A week ago, Nick would have never believed that what was about to happen was possible. That was before he matched with Leslie, his former student, on Tinder. After an intense week of sexting (behind both his wife and her fiancé’s back, a fiancé who also happened to be a former student of his), they had finally met up at a seedy dive bar the night before.

The memory of the night seemed like a fever dream. Read more »

Everything changed after matching with a former student on Tinder: part 1

Nick put the car into park and killed the engine. His hands still gripped the steering wheel hard, his knuckles white. He took a deep breath to try and steady his nerves as he checked his reflection in the rearview mirror. Was he really doing this? To fantasize was one thing…but he knew he was close to crossing a line that couldn’t be uncrossed.

He checked his phone again and read the most recent message from Leslie.

“I’m at the far end of the bar. Little black dress. See you soon, Mr. F ;)”

He hastily typed out a reply.

“Just parked. See you soon…teacher’s pet.”

Taking another deep breath and trying in vain to get his heart rate back to normal, Nick got out of his car, locked the door, and started walking through the dark parking lot to the neon sign of the bar.

As he walked, his mind wandered to how things got to the point they were now.

It was less than a week ago that he had finally caved and downloaded the app. He knew the reputation Tinder had as a hookup site. In fact, he was counting on it. Read more »

[M] I didn’t fuck my wife last night

I have a wife; you have a husband. And we have been sexting each other for days, teasing, sending pictures, collaborating on our fantasies. I couldn’t get the image of you out of my head.

So when my wife got undressed for bed last night, I didn’t see her. I saw you.

It wasn’t my wife’s body that I pushed up against the bed. It wasn’t her body that my hands and tongue explored. It was yours.

I didn’t rub my wife’s clit and call her a dirty little slut. I didn’t kiss down my wife’s body until my head was in between her legs. I didn’t slowly start to lick my wife’s clit while I slid two fingers inside of her. I was doing that all to you.

I didn’t tease my wife, bringing my face up to hers with my hand still inside her, telling her to lick my face clean. I didn’t take my wife’s nipple in my mouth and lick and bite it until it was hard. I didn’t make my wife grind and moan against my hand. I didn’t tell her to cum like my good little cock whore. I didn’t feel her clamp down hard on my fingers and writhe on the bed when I found her G-spot. Read more »

My [M] final fling with the perfect college slut [F]: our personal record for most orgasms in one day

I’ve written previously about a girl I knew in college named Kristin. We met in our Greek Mythology class, and even though she had a boyfriend at the time, she gave me one of the best blowjobs of my life during a “study session.”

Throughout college she was rarely single for more than a month. But whenever she was, we would meet up and have some fun. Among the highlights were the time she made me cum in her mouth in the library, and the time she gave me a lap dance and rode my cock reverse cowgirl while my roommates were all asleep and had no idea I was having someone over.

But this particular time was just after college. I had just started my first year teaching. Kristin had just recently become single again, and it was the first time I was living on my own without any roommates to worry about. I convinced her to meet me at starbucks near my place to catch up. She told me before hand not to expect to hook up because she was “done with that lifestyle.” Of course I said that was no problem. Read more »

[MF] hooking up with the cute girl from class behind her boyfriend’s back

When I was a freshmen in college, there was a program that offered certain classes to be taught in the rec room of our dorm. This was an ideal situation as students could crawl out of bed still in their pj’s five minutes before class. It was also a great way to meet other students in the same dorm. That’s how I met Kristin.

We were both in the same Greek Mythology 101 course in the dorm. She caught my eye instantly. She had on just a short pair of athletic shorts, a black push up bra, and a white tank top. Her legs were long and toned, her stomach flat, her cleavage unmissable. She had dark red hair done up in a long braid that went down her back. I smiled at her when she walked in, and she smiled back before taking a seat next to me.

We chatting a bit that first class, and it became routine for us to sit next to each other every class period after that. I didn’t see her around the dorms much besides class, but with 5 floors and several different wings, I guess it made sense that we wouldn’t cross paths. Read more »