Novels by AMAECHI ESTHER CHINAZAEKPERE

Sara walked into the lecture hall the next week, her heart already beating faster than normal. She chose her usual seat in the back row, far from the front where Professor Kane stood arranging his notes. The moment she sat down, memories from his office flooded her mind. She could still feel his tongue on her pussy, the way his fingers had curled inside her, and the taste of his cum on her lips. Her body reacted instantly. Heat rushed between her legs, and she felt her pussy start to get wet.Professor Kane began the lecture right on time. His voice was steady and professional as he talked about symbolism in the assigned reading. Sara tried to focus, but her eyes kept drifting to his hands. Those same hands that had gripped her thighs and pushed his fingers deep inside her. She squeezed her legs together under the desk. The pressure only made it worse. Her clit throbbed, and fresh slickness coated her panties. Within minutes, she was soaked. The fabric stuck to her swollen lips, an

Sara sat in the back row of the lecture hall, her legs pressed tightly together under the desk. Professor Kane stood at the front, writing notes on the whiteboard. His deep voice filled the room as he explained the chapter on modern literature. He was tall and fit for a man in his late thirties, with short dark hair that had a little gray at the temples and sharp eyes that seemed to notice everything. Sara could not stop staring at him. She did not know exactly when it started, but lately she had become completely obsessed with her professor.While he talked, her mind wandered. She imagined his hands on her body instead of holding the marker. She pictured him calling her name in that same calm, commanding tone, but in a completely different way. Heat built between her legs. Her panties were already damp, and every time he turned to face the class, her pussy throbbed a little more. She shifted in her seat, trying to ease the ache, but it only made her clit rub against the fabric. A s

Mira stood in the doorway of her best friend’s apartment, water dripping from her soaked clothes onto the floor. The rain outside pounded hard against the windows and roof. It had started as a light shower when she arrived, but now it was a full storm with thunder cracking every few minutes. She had come to visit her best friend, Lena, but Lena had stepped out for a quick errand and was not back yet. Only Lena’s boyfriend, Jake, was home.Mira avoided looking directly at him. She had been doing that for months now. Jake was tall, with broad shoulders and strong arms from working out. His dark hair was a little messy, and his jaw was sharp. Every time she saw him, her mind filled with the same dirty thoughts. She imagined him grabbing her, pinning her down on the bed, and fucking her senseless until she could not think straight. But Lena was her best friend. Mira did not want to be that kind of person, so she kept her distance and made excuses not to hang around when Jake was there.