LOGINI stared at the laptop screen for a solid three minutes. There was no way. Absolutely no way that my terrifying, 6'2, grumpy professor was currently online looking for a submissive to tie up. I was about to slam the laptop shut when the door burst open. "I am going to literally throw myself off the campus library roof." my roommate, and best friend Chloe yelled at the top of her voice. Ugh what was it now? She practically stomped into the room like an elephant on a rampage and threw her massive backpack(I don't know how she dragged that thing to class everyday. She could literally fit a bazooke into it) onto her bed. Her hair was also a bit messed up. She looked very distraught. "My stats professor is a literal demon." She paced back and forth across the room. "He gave us a pop quiz on a chapter we haven't even read yet and I failed. I know I failed. I am going to end up living in a cardboard box under the highway." She placed her hand on her head and I rolled my eyes. Did I forget
If you had told me at the start of the semester that I would spend my Tuesday mornings staring at a forty-five-year-old man’s jawline, I would have laughed in your face. But here I was, sitting in the third row of British Literature, completely distracted.Professor Mason was easily 6’2. Whenever he stood on that podium to address us, he always reminded me of a giant tree. He never smiled. Seriously, I had been in his class for three months and the man always had this slight frown on his face, like he hated his job or something. His voice was deep as hell too like a sonic boom. He weirdly reminded me of that new guy from peaky blinders. To be completely honest, he scared the crap out of me.He wore these thick glasses that sat perfectly on his slightly big nose. I had a massive weakness for men in glasses, it made them look so hot. Now combine that with his sharp jaw and the slightly gray hairs at his temples. You can see the vision right?? Professor Mason was literally a living Greek
The announcement of a surprise gallery exhibition changed everything in the studio. Apparently, some rich guy from the city was arriving on Friday to select one student for a solo show. I was so both excited and nervous at the same time. It was exactly the kind of opportunity that could help me launch my career.But right now, my head was a total mess. After what I and vixen did, it felt a bit awkward. Every time I looked at the table we did it on, the memories kept coming back to me. I couldn't stop remembering her straddling my face, and the taste of her juices and as I tried to focus on what I was working on, the only thing I could picture was her perfect, naked body. So soft and ready for me. I didn't know how long I had wasted time and by the time I knew it, it was already four. The other students began packing up and I watched as they left till once again, I was the only one that remained in the room. Her scent made its way to me before I saw her. Vixen stood right in front of
I was doing anything but focusing on the painting in front of me. I kept looking across the room to Vixen, my sexy art teacher who was leaning over another student’s desk. Every inch of Vixen’s body was literally perfect. Her fitted dress hugged her curves perfectly and every time she moved, I felt the flesh between my thighs throb. I was already dripping wet under my skirt and it had been like this since the first day of class.I was a second-year student at the St. Jude Academy of Fine Art. I knew at a young age that I'd wanted to make art for a living, my mom was the only one who supported my dreams so when I finally moved out at twenty five and moved to LA to school. Every day at twelve, I come heer for lessons and please don't judge me, I have the biggest, fattest crush on my art teacher. She was just so perfect, with long blonde curls that reached her butt and the softest brown eyes I'd ever seen. Once it was four, the other students packed up their painting instruments and beg
Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't a bad husband and I wasn’t doing this out of anger. I was doing this because I loved Melanie too much to let her walk away, and I was finally ready to give her what she actually needed.Melanie was sitting on the living room couch with a book in her hand. She looked up when I entered the room. She looked so tired. "Hey." she whispered and set her book down. "You're home late. I was starting to think you were avoiding me."I didn't say anything as I walked straight past the couch and into our master bedroom, leaving the door wide open behind me."Kevin." she called out to me. I could hear her following me. By the time she stepped into the bedroom, I had already pulled out everything I got from the store. Melanie stood there as she entered the room. I watched as she widened her eyes. Her expression were a mix of shock and nervousness as she looked at the stuff, then up at my face."Kevin... what is this." she whispered. "Where were y
Dr. Evans finished writing on her notepad and looked back up at us. I was still staring at Melanie while she took her eyes away from me and stared at the ground.“Well.” Dr. Evans said in that calm voice of hers that was starting to really get on my nerves. “Now that the truth is out in the open, we have something real to work with.” She paused and looked between the two of us then continued. “Melanie…I understand that you feel suffocated.” She turned to me. “And Kevin, you are understandably in shock, but a marriage does not end because of hidden desires. It ends when partners refuse to meet each other halfway.”I swallowed and felt that familiar tightness in my chest. “How do we even meet halfway on this?”Dr. Evans looked at me, and didn’t even blink.“You need to step out of your routine, Kevin. I am giving you two an assignment for the next few days. I want you to go home and experiment. Kevin, I want you to take absolute charge in the bedroom. Answer to her needs, and try somethi







