As a seasoned college professor, I’d had the privilege of teaching a wide range of courses in literature, writing, and English. But this series of stories isn’t about my academic pursuits. It’s about my time as the sole male sponsor of a university sorority, a role that spanned two decades. I’ll be sharing semi-true accounts…
A few sips into our morning drinks, Aunt Dee steered the conversation towards our forbidden past, and I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement as I recalled the memories we were about to share. “I was doing a lot of coke and fucking up in class,” she said, her voice barely above a…
I was a freshman in college, struggling to make ends meet on a full scholarship with no help from my parents. My roommate, on the other hand, came from a wealthy family and had an expense account. We lived together in a dorm room, and I soon discovered that he had no idea how to…
It was a typical Wednesday afternoon, and I was sitting in my room with my best friend Tom, staring at the mountain of work in front of us. We had a research project due on Friday, and it was already Wednesday. We had put it off for far too long, and now we were faced…
I stepped into the familiar surroundings of my childhood home, feeling a mix of relief and nostalgia. The holidays were always a time for catching up with family and friends, but I had to admit, I was looking forward to a break from college life. The dinner with my family was a warm and comforting…
I pulled into a parking spot and dashed through the puddles towards Starbucks, the cold rainwater seeping into my shoes. The perfect weather for a hot cup of coffee and some much-needed company. I spotted Ellie sitting alone at the back of the store, her dark hair pulled back in a neat ponytail. She was…
As Zach pulled into his driveway, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. The six-hour drive home from college had been a long one, and he was eager to put his car and himself to rest. He had just finished his junior year and was looking forward to a relaxing…
My dormitory was a place of comfort and familiarity, or so I thought. I’d formed a close bond with my neighbor, Sophia, and our late-night conversations often turned into intimate discussions about sex and relationships. One fateful evening, our talk led us to a point where we were both touching ourselves, our fingers stroking each…