Novels by P. S. Wells

Now, she had nowhere to run to. Trapped between him and the wall behind her, she thought of what to do. Did he have any sexual thoughts? No, she wasn’t afraid of him. She was afraid of what she might do instead.She didn’t trust herself not to grab his face, kiss him and beg him to stick his dick inside her till she blacked out. She began to gasp as her panties became wet. Oh, what wouldn’t she give to have him bury his face right there until she came hard!Without thinking twice, she turned and bolted up the stairs, straight to her room. All she could think about was how to get an orgasm to steer her thoughts away from wicked things. Despite her high sex drive, she wasn’t ever lucky enough to meet someone who would satisfy her the way she wanted.She could only rely on her toys. With shaky hands, she retrieved the rose toy from her purse, sniffing it as she took off her panties. Surprisingly, Elio’s scent was still on it. How could that happen when he barely touched it for a minute?

Vanessa was confused. It was against the school's ethics for students to have a personal or private relationship with their professors. Although she had no personal relationship with Elio, their sexual tension was no doubt intense.For example, last night, his hand lingered on hers unnecessarily when he handed her the rest of the keys. His eyes also wandered to her boobs during the meeting last night. If this continued, she wasn’t sure she would be able to resist throwing herself at him.Elio’s eyes met hers as he spoke. “Good morning everyone. As some of you might already know, I’m professor Astor, but you can call me Elio. I’m your assistant professor for modern literature.”While the guys mummured about how chill their professor was, the girls giggled at his handsome masculinity. Except Vanessa of course. She was mortified. It felt like they were doing something wrong. How would she explain that Professor Astor had seen her naked in a tub before, or that he had picked her rose toy

Vanessa gasped and rushed forward, but Elio was faster. He scooted it off the floor and inspected it with an expressionless face. She wished the floor would open up and swallow her. Without a word, he handed it over to her.She took it from him shamefully and tucked it into her purse.“That…”“Keep your things safely,” he said. “Especially if it’s personal.”She bobbed her head up and down, trying to keep calm. “T… thanks.”He walked further into the room, stroking his chin. “I think I have the first rule in mind, but we need the last person to be present before I talk about it.”Her breath caught in her throat. Was he going to stand all high and mighty and say: “No sex toys are allowed in my house.”?“I understand,” she said.“I’ll leave you to unpack.”With that, he left and she rubbed her arms.“Damn it, Van. You really need to get yourself together.”So, for the next two hours, she did just that. She arranged the room to her taste and made sure to feel at home. After that, she wal

Vanessa walked into the dimly lit restroom in a club. The music was blaring so loudly that she thought she would go deaf. She heard a noise and paused. She listened carefully and heard it again. It was a woman’s moan, soft and sensual.At first, she ignored it. It was probably two people making out and they would join the party soon. But she was wrong. The woman’s moans grew urgent, making her own legs quiver. She tried to pay no attention to it and finished her business in the restroom.She was about to leave when she heard the woman let out a frustrated noise.“Make some damn sound, will you, El?”“Earn it,” her partner grunted.Immediately, Vanessa’s panties got damp.That was the sexiest voice she had ever heard! Her hand slid into her pants involuntarily and began to caress her most intimate area.Soon, the place was filled with kissing sounds as the couple resumed their affair.“Oh, you perverted bastard,” she heard the woman say. “I know you can’t wait anymore.”“Hands on your