Teacher Romance Novels & Stories

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Through half of our classes, he doesn't even look at me once which should hurt his neck cause I'm at his side but he's not even looked anywhere else asides from his front view and down view. With each class that ends, and the small breaks in between, everyone is talking about Caramel, Kai and I. This is the most cliche thing I've seen in Aeria high since a teacher dated a student! And that itself has never happened! Do you think they'd fight? The nerd and the cute boy? Besides, why her?

God, please don’t let us die surrounded by dusty old books, I prayed silently. St. Jean D’Arc offered lessons in self-defense, money laundering, and other criminal activities. The school had maximum campus security—superseding that of the White House tenfold—which meant that we were never in danger behind D’Arc’s steel-reinforced walls, and suddenly I missed that protection bubble. I shuffled toward the exit that should lead to the back staircase but froze midway. Francesca’s body plunked against mine, and I yanked her into a crawl space near the book return cabinet, tucking us both in the shadows. “What? Why did you stop?” she whispered.

The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later. Elias hastily typed in the website information and quickly navigated to the story in question. The story was entitled "My Hot Teacher" and was about a young female teacher who got blackmailed into submission by one of her grade 12 students. The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher.

Hearing the system's promise, I was instantly tempted. "Ximena, let me fix your skull." I used the universal glue to carefully attach the missing piece back onto her head. After it dried, I had her shake her head a few times to test it. "It's really fixed." Ximena broke into a happy smile. I seized the moment to make my request. "Ximena, today is our wedding day. Let's just forget all the misunderstandings from before. How about you give me that nail as a token of our love?"

Blake stare at the flowers and her retrieving before smiling softly. "Young master,we need to leave"a man says to Blake and he nods. He also walks away, thinking he might not see that little angel again. But little did they know the meeting was a start of a beautiful love story.     Blaire's dress.  Chapter 1 of Ireal's book is up. Don't forget to check it out. A student teacher romance. 

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

“Yeah. Just tired.” “Man, you look like shit.” I chuckle dryly. “Close.” We reach the dorms and everything is just the way I left it. The beds are still not soft enough and the windows still squeak. “Unpack quickly!” Der says, tossing his bag on the adjacent bed. “I hear we’re meeting a new teacher today. Some hotshot PE coach from another school.” “Really?” “Yeah. The upperclassmen are already planning how to flirt.” “Fucking hell,” I mutter. “Here we go.”

Nicola Taylor As I wrapped up my last class, I started packing up after the assistant teacher took the students out for drop-off. A knock on my classroom door made me look up to see James, one of my fellow teachers, standing there. “Oh, hello! What are you doing here?” I greeted him happily as he entered the room. “Wow, Nicola, you look nice. What's the occasion?” he asked, making me blush at the compliment. “Just felt like it,” I answered shyly, remembering how I stopped dressing up two years ago after my last and final breakup. I had dated a man for seven years, supporting him through medical school on my kindergarten teacher’s salary, only for him to leave me once he got placed.