ログインTHE next day didn’t feel different, but somehow, it was.Ms. Lesley walked into the lecture hall with her usual composed grace, heels clicking softly against the tiled floor, her expression calm and unreadable.Students settled almost instantly.Including Zayne.He sat where he always did now, close enough to pay attention, far enough to avoid suspicion. Or at least… that had been the plan.Because today, something was off.It started small. A glance at first, brief and almost accidental when Ms. Lesley’s eyes lifted from her notes and met his. The gaze held for a while, then slipped away.Zayne’s lips curved just slightly.And that, that was what changed everything because across the room, Mara saw it.At first, she said nothing. She simply watched.Watched the way his attention stayed locked on the front longer than usual. Watched the way Ms. Lesley’s tone shifted— subtle, but there. Softer when she addressed him. Sharper when she looked away.And then it happened again.Another gla
ZAYNE sat opposite her in the classroom, his knee bumping the underside of the desk with nervously. Equations sprawled across the whiteboard behind her, filled with numbers he struggled to decipher and understand. Not just because he couldn't understand them, he just couldn't see them. Not when she was standing in front of him with her beautiful curves splayed out in her little dress. He watched the elegant arc of her hand as she pointed to a variable, her sleeve riding up to reveal a delicate wrist.“You are still mixing up your derivatives here, Zayne,” she said smoothly with her long and slender fingers tapping the textbook open before him.He leaned forward, a surge of heat blooming in his chest. “I think… I get it now, Ms. Lesley.” His voice came out a little rougher than he intended. He reached for the pen she held, his hand brushing against the soft swell of her breast as she shifted. The contact was fleeting, but it ignited a spark that went straight to his nether region.H
BY the third day of the tutoring session, a rhythm had formed.Sessions had become structured, disciplined and predictable. At least… on the surface.Zayne leaned back slightly in his chair, pen tapping lightly against his notebook as Ms. Lesley moved across the board, explaining a concept for what felt like the third time. Her handwriting was neat and precise, just like everything else about her.She was nothing but controlled, careful and untouchable. And yet… his eyes didn’t stay on the board for long.They drifted, and to her.To the way she carried herself, every movement deliberate, every step measured. The soft sway of her hips when she walked. The way she paused ever so slightly when she knew— knew— he was looking.Because she did know. And he had caught it. Not once, not twice, several times now. Those quick and sharp glances, almost accidental, but not quite.She would look at him like she was studying him, like he was just another subject to analyze, but then there was some
HIS hips bucked subtly, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “That is it, Mara. Just like that. Although you still don't know how to make me lose my mind.” His fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her, pushing her down, deeper.She swallowed, the thick column of his banana filling her throat, making her gag slightly, but she pushed through it, the desperate need to satisfy him overriding any discomfort. Her hands wrapped around his thighs, pulling him closer, anchoring him. She tasted him, sucked him, felt the rigid length of him pressing against the back of her throat. She heard the wet, sucking sounds, the soft shlicking as her mouth worked him, and it only intensified not just her own burning desire, but the desire to satisfy her boyfriend, to reach that apex he always wants.“Cum for me, baby,” she mumbled against his cock, her words muffled. “Fill my mouth. Please.”He thrust, a deep, guttural moan tearing from his throat. His hips pulsed, pushing into her mouth with a fierce ur
THE office was quiet.Too quiet.Ms. Lesley leaned back slightly in her chair, her laptop open in front of her but long forgotten as her phone rested in her hand. Her thumb moved absently across the screen, scrolling without intention, without focus.Just… passing time. Avoiding thought. Until she saw him.Her ex-husband.The smile came first— wide, proud, familiar in a way that still unsettled her. Then the picture widened, revealing more.A woman stood beside him. She looked radiant, comfortable and certain.And in front of them, children. Two of them. Happy and laughing and complete.Ms. Lesley’s fingers froze on the screen.For a moment, she simply stared.“Well… good for you,” she muttered under her breath, though there was no real warmth in it.Her jaw tightened slightly as she looked closer, as if searching for something, anything that would make it easier to dismiss. But there was nothing.Just a life that had moved on. A life she had once been part of. A life she couldn’t giv
THE sharp, shrill sound of the whistle cut through the air one final time before fading into the background hum of voices and movement. Sneakers squeaked against the polished floor as the team loosened up, some laughing, others groaning as they stretched sore muscles.Practice break. Yeah, that was practice break.The energy shifted instantly. Shifting from discipline to chaos.Ms. Lesley stepped into the corridor just outside the court, a file tucked neatly against her chest. She wasn’t meant to be anywhere near the athletes’ wing at this hour, but she had been looking for the coach. A quick conversation, nothing more.At least, that had been the plan.She walked briskly, her heels clicking in a steady rhythm, her expression composed, professional— untouchable. The kind of woman students whispered about. Strict. Elegant. Unreachable… and very hot.Until she passed the dressing room. The door wasn’t fully closed, just slightly ajar.And in that small, careless gap, she saw him.Zayne.
The Nun In The Library II “YOU'RE so soft,” he breathed against her mouth. “So untouched...” His fingers found the elastic of her simple cotton underwear, hooking it, pulling it aside. Her breath hitched, a gasp of shock and burgeoning desire. He didn't hesitate, his fingers slipping inside, find
Claiming My Prize III left Abigail lying there, sated and yearning, and moved to the next door. Chloe, twenty-two, the artist and the free spirit. Her room was a riot of color, canvases stacked against the walls, the scent of oil paints was thick in the air. She sat on a stool, sketching, her long
Broken Into II “YOU… you can’t,” she stammered, but the words were weak, her voice trembling. He pulled down his jeans, his boxers following, revealing the full glory of his erection. It was a dark, formidable club, veined and throbbing, glistening with a bead of pre-cum. Nancy stared, a gasp cat
My Boyfriend's Best friend ONLY the light from the moonlight spilled into her boyfriend's bedroom as all three of them slept on his big bed.Cassian, my boyfriend and a heavy sleeper, lay sprawled on his side, a soft snore emanating from his chest with each breath. His arm, flung carelessly across







