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Alan Yeager sat at the hotel bar nursing his beer as most of the men around him watched the ball game on the overhead television. The twenty-six year old really had no interest in the game, but had come to the bar with a few new friends in order to be sociable.

The dark haired young man was a history teacher from East Bedford. Five nine with a slim, muscular build; this was his first time at the State Teacher's Convention. It was an experience he had enjoyed immensely.

The funny thing was, it was only because of a unforeseeable series of events that he found himself here at all. Normally, only the most senior teacher at Dwight Eisenhower High got to attend the annual convention. Roger Parks, who was originally scheduled to go, had come down with appendicitis the day before he was to leave. Elizabeth Young, who was the runner up in seniority had already left with her family for a Disneyworld Vacation. After a frantic search by the school administration, there seemed to be very few people who hadn't already made plans for the three-day holiday weekend. It finally came down to Alan and Diane Yee, both of whom had started on the same day. A toss of the coin decided the issue, with Alan racing home to quickly pack a bag to catch the eight o'clock shuttle flight.

The three-day event had been quite interesting Alan had to say. Every school seemed to have a different way of picking delegates to the conference. Some went by seniority like his own school. Others used it as a merit award. Some even just held a raffle. Overall, the different systems made for an interesting mix and a chance to meet fellow educators from across the state and sort of compare notes. There was also the prospect of some really fine dining and the nightly parties that made attendance so highly coveted. Tonight was the last night of the conclave with nearly a third of the participants having already left for home.

Alan glanced down at his watch and decided that five more minutes and he was out of here. He really hadn't been that hungry when most of the delegates had gone to dinner, but he was starting to feel otherwise now. The hotel dinning room was still open for another hour so he should have no problem getting a table.

"Excuse me," a woman's voice said from behind Alan, "but by any chance would you happen to know the three major causes of the Civil War?"

The question took Alan by surprise. Even for a Teacher's Convention, that was a strange thing for someone to ask. Not so strange, however, that he didn't immediately know the answer. Back in high school, he had written his senior history paper on just that subject.

"That would've been..." he started to say as he turned around on the barstool. "Oh my God!" he suddenly said, cutting off his answer as he saw who had asked the question.

The owner of the question stood just a fraction of an inch shorter than Alan. She was wearing a modest blue dress that enhanced rather than concealed a still respectable figure.

"Hello Alan," the middle aged woman standing behind him smiled.

"Mrs. Clarke," an excited Alan said, unsure if he should hug the woman, shake her hand or something else. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I am still a teacher," the white haired woman smiled, "at least until the end of the month."

"You're quitting?" he asked, the tone of his question making it one of disbelief.

"Retiring actually," she smiled.

"No, you can't be retiring," Alan said, "you're only..."

"Fifty-two years old last month," Mrs. Clarke said, finishing his question for him.

"No," Alan replied, unable to believe that she was that old.

"I was forty-four when I had you in my honors class in history," she said. "And that was eight years ago."

Alan took a hard look at his former teacher. In his mind, Mrs. Clarke didn't look that much older than she did on his last day of class. There were a few more subtle lines in her face, but that seemed to be all. Even back then, except for her hair, she really hadn't looked her age. Her hair had turned prematurely white in her mid-thirties. Rather than dye it back to its original shade, she had decided to keep it natural.

In fact, Alan remembered quite well a discussion he and a number and his friends had one night after they'd misappropriated two six packs of beer from Jimmy Smith's garage cooler. The discussion had started off familiarly enough, a comparison of all the girls in school they knew. Who was the best looking; who had the best tits, which they most wanted to fuck, that sort of thing. Eventually, and Alan never really decided if it was the beer or they were all feeling a little bit daring, the discussion had grown to include teachers as well.

That aspect of their talk hadn't gone as far, but it had been almost universally agreed that Mrs. Clarke was the third best looking teacher in school. For an older woman, a few of his friends had quickly added. In Alan's case, he hadn't needed to add that condition to his opinion. The number one and two choices were all new teachers in their early twenties.

"This wasn't a pop quiz, Alan," his former teacher laughed. "You're not going to fail if you don't remember the answer."

Alan realized that his face had become flustered at the memory and was glad that she took it to be because he hadn't remembered the answer.

"Mrs. Clarke, I've totally forgotten my manners," Alan said, changing the subject and feeling like he was back in third period history. "Please have a seat."

"First of all, I think you're a little old to still be calling me Mrs. Clarke," she said. "My name is Maureen as I'm sure you remember. We are, after all, colleagues now."

It seemed strange to Alan to think of himself and Mrs. Clarke, no make that Maureen, as equals. Yet, that was exactly what they were. He might have moved away after college and was teaching in another town, but they were both doing the same thing.

"Can I get you a drink," Alan asked, still thinking it strange to be asking her a question like that.

"It's tempting," she replied, "but I was actually on my way for a late dinner. I'd gotten involved in an interesting panel discussion and lost all track of time."

"That's funny but I was just about to go in to eat myself. I'd be honored if you joined me."

"That would be nice," Maureen smiled. "It'll give us a chance to catch up."

As they ate, Alan quickly covered the eight years since he'd sat in Maureen Clarke's class. He'd gone, as she knew , to Fall River College on a full academic scholarship. It had been largely due to her recommendation to the scholarship board that he had managed to go to college at all. Alan was from a family that barely made ends meet and money for higher education was not to be found. It would be a terrible waste, she had written to the board, to let a mind so perfectly suited for teaching to lay fallow because of a lack of funds. The condition of the grant he had been awarded was that he spend at least ten years after getting his degree in the public school sytem somewhere in the state. It was a condition Alan had been more than happy to agree to.

Maureen Clarke had spent the last decade pretty much as she had the previous one, teaching honors history at Alexander Hamilton High School in Woodbridge. The only major change in her life had been the death of her husband, George, two years before. That was one of the reasons she had decided to take the early retirement that had been offered her. Her heart, she said, was no longer really in it.

"My mom had mentioned that the last time I was home for a visit," Alan offered. "I'm really sorry. I only met him a few times but I remember Mr. Clarke being a really nice guy."

"Thank you," Maureen said, then changed the subject as not to dwell too much on her greatly missed husband. "But what about you? Is there a Mrs. Yeager, or someone in your life?"

"I'm afraid not," Alan replied, "at least not right now. I did fall in love with someone in college. Her name was Yvonne and I really thought she was the one. But things didn't work out and we wound up going our separate ways. I date occasionally but there's no one really special. I guess I get so wrapped up in the kids sometimes that I forget to have much of a life."

"I can understand that," Maureen said, thinking of all the unimaginable hours she had devoted to her own kids.

"Sometimes, it is all worth it," Maureen assured her younger counterpart. "Every once in a while, there's one or two students who really capture your heart. It means so much to watch them strive to learn, and when they do, it gives your life a validation that few people get to have."

She paused a moment then added, "That's the feeling I got when I saw in the alumni notes that you had gotten your teaching certificate. I was so very proud when I read that."

"I think your class was the reason I first thought about becoming a teacher," Alan volunteered. "You made learning such an adventure. I'm not sure I should mention this or not, but I had such a crush on you as well."

Maureen smiled. She knew that many of her students over the years had developed similar infatuations. It wasn't something she would ever admit to anyone but her husband, but she sometimes got a secret thrill thinking that some of those good looking young men might be jerking off to a mental image of her.

"Well as I'm sure as you've learned by now, teachers aren't supposed to even admit that they might have a crush on one of their students," Maureen said. "But I'm sure you knew how special I thought you were."

"I knew," Alan simply said. Then, thinking about some of the quite improper thoughts he'd had about a few of his own female students, Alan wondered if Maureen had ever had such thoughts about the boys in her classes. It wasn't exactly a question he could just come out and ask.

By the time they finished dinner and had a small dessert, Alan was very surprised at how easily the flow of conversation had become. It no longer felt awkward talking to Maureen about anything. For the first time since they'd run into each other in the bar, he actually felt that they really were equals. It came as a surprise to the younger teacher that he and Maureen had rooms on the same floor. A surprise because it made it seem even funnier that they hadn't run into each other before tonight.

"Alan, would you like to stop by my room for a nightcap?" Maureen asked as they stepped off the elevator.

"Don't you have a roommate?" Alan asked, knowing that most of the delegates, himself included, shared a room.

"She went home this afternoon," Maureen replied. "She came up by car and didn't want to get caught up in all the post holiday traffic."

"A nightcap sounds fine then," Alan finally answered.

Over drinks, they talked for what seemed like the longest time. It seemed to the former student that it was the first time in a long time that his old teacher had opened up to anyone. Finally, Alan took note of the late hour and suggested that perhaps he should call it a night and let Maureen get some sleep.

He had just started to get up when Maureen motioned for him to wait. Uncertain, Alan sat there in silence for a few moments.

"Alan," the fifty-two year old said, a hesitation in her voice, "I was wondering if... I mean to say this isn't something I normally do. But I was wondering if you wanted to spend the night here... with me?"

Alan was too stunned to say a word. A silence Maureen quickly took to be a cold disapproval of what she had suggested. "Alan, I'm sorry," she quickly said. "I shouldn't have even thought of such a thing. I hope you won't let a moment's weakness change the way you remember me."

Alan looked into the face of the woman sitting across from him. He didn't see a woman twice his age, or even his former teacher. All he saw was a friend who once cared enough about him to take the time and effort to change his life. A friend who also a woman, a woman he still found desirable.

"There is nothing, that you could ever say or do, that would change the way I feel about you," Alan said as he took her hand in his own. "If you want me to stay, then of course I'll stay. If you just want me to hold you, then that's fine. If you want more than that, well that would be fine too."

This time, Alan had no hesitation about what he should do. Putting his arms around her, he embraced his friend with all of the love he carried for her in his heart.

Neither was really sure who made the first move after that. All they knew was that they were soon kissing each other. Their lips met with a fiery passion, their tongues darting in and out of the other's mouth. Even through layers of clothing, Alan could feel the crush of Maureen's breasts against his chest. He reached up and cupped one of her mounds, producing a soft cry of pleasure from Maureen as his fingers softly squeezed her flesh.

Maureen in turn reached down and pressed her own hand between Alan's legs. She smiled as her fingers found him already hard. Alan's reaction was no less than hers had been.

"Help me with my dress," Maureen said as she stood up and turned around so that Alan could reach her zipper. Alan pulled the zipper all the way down and started to slide her dress off. Maureen placed a hand on his and stopped him. She stepped a few feet away and turned around. It became obvious to Alan that she wanted to strip for him.

Completing what the younger man had started, the white haired woman slid her dress to the floor, leaving her clad in bra, panties and stockings. It was a source of pride to her that despite a small weight gain in her later years, she still never wore a girdle. No one was ever going to ask her to pose for a magazine, but she was in much better shape than most of her friends.

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Her name was Natalie, she moved in next door about three months prior. Remembering that on it's own got me hard, I mean how could it not? the perky tits under her tight pink crop top just teasing all who look? Or how about the short..Oh how I loved the shorts, short tight denim daisies that gripped her ass in all the right spots, and when she pulled them up high enough her bare ass peeked out the bottom. But, the outfit she wore wasn't my favorite part of her moving in, it was the placement...

3 years ago
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The Breeders Life 5 A Mans Perspective

I'd have the whore naked if office etiquetted allowed which it sadly did not. My father had said he had expected me to treat her with more respect than I was, I laughed and said why would I treat a whore with respect. She carries your children you should be more respectful than you are. Not that I want the whore in that way or her children for that matter. They would go to an orphange if I had any say in the matter. Though I suspect my mother the bitch will have something to say about that....

1 year ago
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Gangbang Women In Heat A Cameramans Perspective

I had left my apartment that morning and headed for the studio; I was an average looking 35-year-old man, alone after an early night of casual sex with two women from yesterday’s movie. I relished having no family to account to on a daily basis since my divorce. My parents were deceased and my younger half brother Greg didn’t approve of my occupation. Greg was an uptight professional on Wall Street and thought that what I did was sleazy. I, on the other hand, thought I had the best...

2 years ago
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Train adventure the male perspective

We are on a train at the end of a long job it’s dark and we are sitting across from each other. There is a table between us. You have a skirt on we have been exchanging pleasantries when I start to rub my foot against your legs. You open them and I start to get braver rubbing your thighs with my foot. Surprisingly you suddenly get up and head for the toilets…   A few minutes later you return to the seat with a certain look on your face. You sit back down I look around and see that the only...

4 years ago
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A Matter of Perspective

"You're sure this device will work?" John asked. He fidgeted his wrist as Billy tightened a watch-like machine on him. "Yeah, you should have been there, I was having a conversation with her, but it was like we were talking past each other." "But, where did you find this watch and the rest of these junk?" Looking at his watch, John could see it looked like a dead smartwatch except for a bright red button. Billy laughed as he shook his head. "This isn't junk, we're sitting on a fucking gold mine...

Mind Control
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The White Bull The Cucks Perspective

Your relationship had never been what one might call ‘fiery’. It probably couldn’t even really be called exciting, now you think about it, which you do while you walk home from the train station. But God knows you’re dependable and you’re sure she likes that about you. You had prospects and you’ve pretty much achieved them in the ten years you’ve been married, you think with a smile. The father in law really approves of that!She was very pretty and people said she was vivacious but you’ve never...

Cuckold
1 year ago
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Victims Perspective

I'm opting to put this under Mind Control because it encompasses so many fetishes on CHYOA, and at its heart, mind control is the inspiration for this idea. This story is not expressly limited to Mind Control, but it is the focus. What follows are stories told from the point-of-view of the victim. Expect inner monologues, bizarre justifications for actions and perhaps even a little comedy. They are organized by fetish and gender; writers are instructed to note introduction of a primary fetish...

Mind Control
1 year ago
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A Womans Perspective

A spreading infection that turns people into insatiable lactating sluts? Sounds unlikely, but that's exactly what this story is about, while most stories in this universe focus on the men, we will focus on the women. There are different types of women that have been infected, here's a list for your benefit: Normal Infected: These are transformed women or men that didn't use a "cure," these women are insatiable sluts as usual, and will do anything for sex, their breasts are massive and always...

Fantasy
2 years ago
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first time getting dick flashedfemale perspective

This is a true story circa 2012. One morning im walking back from my exes sisters house who was my bff at the time and we hung out all the time drinking wine and such. She stayed about 5 blocks from me so i was walking home to shower n change clothes and return. I was walking home in just a white tee and grey short shorts. I got to the end of her block and this blue nissan that drives around the neighborhood was pulling to a stop by me. The driver had his window down and offered me a ride I was...

2 years ago
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Alone In The Dark His Perspective

NOTE: This is a companion piece to 'Alone in the dark', which I recommend reading first.*You're alone in the dark until I enter.I open the door as little as possible, so there's not enough light to see you, and I close it quickly.I stand there silently, giving my eyes time to adjust until I can see the discreet glowing stickers placed on the frame you are strapped to. There are just enough of them that I can orient myself and find you, but you have no idea they are there.My feet bare, I softly...

BDSM
4 years ago
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Married Sissies a Doms Perspective

I absolutely love all the submissive married guys you can find on popular gay hookup apps/websites these days and I have been seeking them out for years. I’m not sure if it is just my city but there seems to be an endless supply that all fit the same mold. They are all 30-50 years old, sometimes a little chubby, and have a poor quality ass/body shot as their profile picture. They’ll refuse to share a face pic (discreet) but inevitably when they show up they are wanting to be used like a...

4 years ago
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Facing Facts A Cuckolds Perspective

[A cuckold husband talks about his experience as a cuckold, and other related issues pertaining to his experiences. Inspired by my good friends A, and her husband T.]Q. Doesn't it ever bother you, even a little, that Mara's carrying another guys baby, instead of yours?A. No, it doesn't. I've been asked that question a lot. It seems difficult for a lot of people to understand that.Q. Is it true that you and your wife are planning on her having another baby, and by another guy?A. Yes, that's...

1 year ago
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A Cuckolds Perspective

[Once again, this is for A & T, who's real-life adventure in Africa has inspired this narrative. Names and other details regarding who they are have been changed and altered to protect their true identities. Once again, thank you A & T! As before, I will use the structure of an 'interview' to explore the cuckold lifestyle.]Q. I'd like to thank you for agreeing to set down and talk with me about what can only be regarded as a very personal and intimate subject.A. I want to try and...

3 years ago
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A matter of perspective

It was a hot summer day as Jack accompanied his mother on the country outing her office had arranged. After a ride of forty-five minutes into the hills west of the city, they had reached a park built around an old ranch. Any number of activities could be done, all of them boring to a young man like Jack back from his first year of grad school, but his mother had insisted he come. Finding the thought of yet another day reading more tedious than he could bear, he agreed readily enough, and the...

Straight Sex
4 years ago
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A New Perspective

Damn, what a day. A phone call wakes me up at 4 AM, an hour earlier than I should be waking up. It's my mom, bitching about her back and how she needs more Vicodin. Hearing my mom in pain is horrifying, but so is the idea of her becoming a dope fiend. Images of crackheads roaming outside my door flash into my mind. I was in med school and needed a cheap place to stay, and addicts abound wherevery "affordable" housing is available. "Affordable" is a relative term and took a new meaning for me at...

2 years ago
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The Lonely Salesman Ch 2 ndash Conniersquos perspective

Philly was still sound asleep as I came out of the most restful and contented night of sleep I’d had in a very long time. I was still snuggled tightly against his body with my head resting on his chest. I didn’t move a muscle not wanting to wake him before he was ready. As I lay there his warm body felt so good touching mine. His arm that had held me tightly to him as we fell asleep last night now rested on the satin bed sheets just behind me. I looked up at his face. He looked so peaceful...

2 years ago
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A slutwife story from the female perspective

Wife story with female POV (If you know who wrote it..pleeease let me know).Wife, mother, career woman, suburban homemaker -- that's all me. Nothing out of the ordinary in my life -- or so I thought. Happily married to Phil for nine years, and the mother of charming, brilliant, adorable, 6-year-old Bobby, I was comfortable with my role and responsibilities. I guess that's why finding Phil's "secret" was such a shock to my system. Let me tell you about it: It was a beautiful Spring Friday and...

4 years ago
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A meeting from my perspective

He was my friend, a man I had worked with for several years and then continued to see afterwardsfor drinks nights and at parties and the like. A good looking guy with a way with women I was always jealous of.Over time I began to notice a difference in the way we three - him, my Wife and myself got on socially.It was always the 3 of us making arrangements to meet others. He'd call to see if we were going outsome place and if so he said he'd meet us there. At parties for example, we three would...

3 years ago
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Wife met her BBC friend alone her perspective

I met my M-man at the door with a kiss. We talked very little. He doesn’t waste anytime when he first gets there. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me down on top of him. We both love to kiss a lot! He plays soft like I do and uses his hands to touch me all over. We kissed while he ran his hands under my blouse and inside my pants. I wore a low-rise pair of black pants with a lowcut blouse with matching bra and lowrise briefs. I told him I was wearing more this time so he...

2 years ago
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Sexual Submissions A Switches Perspective

So this week was rather intriguing for me.In what I thought was going to be me and my gf (dominatrix) breaking up since we were drifting and becoming rather hostile towards each other. Turned itself into a rather interesting Fetish night after a rave.Being a switch and calling this back to back may ask you why the fuck did I entitle it so?Well, the night before since we were technically broken up fully for a few days I had already submitted a nice slave :) (for those who do not know I am a...

2 years ago
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Sukanya And Me From My Perspective

It all started on the fateful evening 20 years ago. I was minding my own business and walking down the road at 7:30pm. I was a very quite, thin teenager of 16 years, just finished my 10th and looking forward to college. I was about 5’7” weighing around 58 kgs, brown eyes, black hair and a thin just sprouting mustache. I had never shaved my face before, so there was a thin beard also. I was always a very clean kid and made sure that I was always presentable. I did not have any friends as such,...

4 years ago
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When I Lost My Virginity Male Perspective

When I was in my senior year of high school I was doing great. My grades were good, I was good looking, had friends, a steady girlfriend, and was good at most sports I tried. My girlfriend and I didn't have to start classes until about noon so I would usually head over to her house around ten in the morning and we would relax for a while befor we had to leave. One morning I got there and she answered the door, gave me a kiss and invited me in. I just looked at her for a minute. She was...

2 years ago
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My Favourite fantasy A male perspective

A new friend wrote this for me after reading "My Favourite Fantasy" He puts himself in the place of the Dom in the story. I was very flattered he wrote it and would be interested in peoples' opinions - which i will pass on to him - Thanks A xxxMy Favourite Fantasy - My ProspectiveI am using your original story as a guide, so that you will know step by step what I was thinking this is my prospective of the events of that hot, hot summer morning. Feel free to copy and paste and distribute my...

2 years ago
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A Wifes Discovery Ch 2 Ch 1 from his perspective

When Beth and I were married, we were so in love- each of us star struck with the other. Over the past few months, we really were in a routine, maybe even a rut. I have to admit, much of it is my fault. I've been playing dress up since I was about eight years old. When I say dress up, I don't mean that I dressed up like a cowboy or anything like that. I mean that I dressed up in the prettiest clothes I could find. My sister's dresses, my mom's lingerie, you name it- if it was girly, I was...

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