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view moreWhen I woke up this morning, I thought I knew what I was walking into. But that didn’t stop the nerves from tangling in my stomach like a tight, twisting knot. The first-day jitters hit me harder than expected, like a gust of wind whipping wild beneath my skin, cold and anxious and electric.
I wasn’t even sure I was in the right room. The paper in my hand filled with instructions and classroom numbers, said I was. But no one else had arrived yet. The lecture hall stood empty and echoing, giving me too much time to overthink. I slid into a seat at the very back, hoping to stay out of sight. If I didn’t make eye contact, or didn’t speak to anyone, maybe I could just observe, learn how things worked before being noticed. The silence wrapped around me like a blanket… but not a warm one. More like the hush before a storm. Still, beneath the nerves, something else stirred. Something darker and Hungrier. Maybe it was the tightness between my thighs, the pulse already drumming low in my body before the day had even started. Maybe it was the way I had barely slept last night, too wired, too restless. Whatever it was, I needed a release. A sharp, fast escape. Just one little fantasy to get me through the morning. I clenched my thighs together and waited. The day will be over soon.. The door burst open. A swarm of students poured in like they’d all been waiting for some invisible bell. Laughter, voices, bags hitting desks, chaos filled the air. And then, a voice low, confident, a little too close. “Are you new?” A blonde boy leaned in, his piercing blue eyes flicking across my face like he already knew I was flustered. He was cute objectively but far too young. Too. . . boyish. Not what I craved. “Yes,” I replied. “CSC class.” His grin spread, cocky and playful. “You’re in the wrong room, baby girl. CSC is next door.” My heart dropped. Shit. Now I had to stand up, interrupt everything, and walk out while everyone watched. Regret burned hot across my chest. Why had I chosen the back row? “Maybe I’ll just sit this one out,” I mumbled. He laughed. “I wouldn’t want a beautiful girl like you slipping through my fingers, but I don’t think you want to miss Professor Collins’ class. Especially not on your first day.” He winked. I barely heard the rest. Professor Collins. That name echoed in my head like a warning, or a promise. I muttered a quick thank you and practically fled. The next lecture hall looked nearly identical. Not my fault, I told myself. Anyone could’ve made the mistake. But as soon as I opened the door, all eyes turned to me. And just like that, I froze. Too many faces. Too much attention. Without thinking, I shut the door again. Breathed. Reopened it slower. And stepped in. This time, I was painfully aware of everything: the way my short black skirt clung to my thighs, how bare my legs were, how the tan top under my ripped jacket dipped just a little too low. I’d dressed to feel confident, but now, I felt exposed. Stripped bare. “I’m sorry, sir,” I whispered to the man at the front of the room. “I walked into the wrong classroom.” He didn’t look at me right away, but when he spoke, his voice rippled through the room. Deep. Authoritative. Smooth like whiskey. “Find a seat, Miss…?” “Lily,” I replied, barely louder than a breath. “Miss Lily. Sit and see me in my office after class.” That made me look up, really look up at him. And sweet God. Nothing could’ve prepared me for Professor Collins. He was tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a dark, fitted lumberjack shirt tucked into slacks that hugged his hips and thighs too well for a man who had no business being that sexy. His hair was a thick golden blonde, cropped close, and his jaw, sharp, unshaven, carved from stone, tightened when he spoke. Even from across the room, I could see the veins in his forearms as he adjusted a folder on the desk. He looked like he belonged in a fantasy. My fantasy. And based on the heat in my cheeks and the flutter in my core, he already was. I sat quickly, heart hammering. The seat I chose placed me directly across from him, close enough to watch, far enough not to draw attention again. I tried not to stare, but it was impossible. As he started lecturing, my eyes locked on his lips. My thoughts… slipped. In my head, I imagined them moving down my neck, over my chest, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his hand teased the other. My thighs clenched. My core pulsed. I tried to focus, but all I could think about was how his hands would feel tangled in my hair, how he might growl my name while pulling me tighter against his chest. God, I was getting wet. In the middle of class. On my first day. My fingers twitched in my lap. I rubbed my thighs together, subtle but desperate. The desk shielded me, but not enough. If I moved too much, someone would notice. If he noticed… Shit. That thought made it worse. I bit my lip, tried to breathe evenly. Tried to stay sane. But every time he turned, every time his shirt stretched across his back or those slacks tightened around his ass, I wanted to slide my hand under my skirt and give myself the relief I was aching for. Then, thank God! A distraction. A girl beside me leaned in with a smile. “Nice to meet you, Lily. Don’t mind Professor Collins, he’s always that grumpy.” Grumpy? I nearly laughed. If she only knew. “Thanks,” I murmured. “I guess I made a bad impression.” “Just grovel a bit in his office. Trust me, you don’t want to be on his bad side.” Her words made my stomach clench, but not with fear. What did she think he would do in that office? What did I want him to do? I packed up quickly after the class, my heartbeat pounding, but before I could ask her name, she’d already disappeared into the crowd. And now, I had to face him. Alone. Behind a closed door. Just me… and the man I couldn’t stop thinking about. My skin tingled as I headed down the hall. The warm, wicked ache between my legs hadn’t faded. If anything, it was worse. Professor Collins was waiting and I was ready to be taught.I knew at this pace I would not last long. Nothing but my own hand had been wrapped around my cock in ten years. The slick, hot silk of her pussy felt like heaven, as my lust peaked and my release grew imminent, I felt her cunt tighten around my shaft. She let out a screaming wail that sounded like she was dying. My release felt like a fire hose, as what seemed like gallons of cum gushed forth. The sensation sent her back over the top into another screaming wail. As we came down from our peak, she suddenly started giggling. “Master I think we had an audience of one.” I looked out the window to see Chad's drapes slowly swinging back and forth. If I were going to put on a show for him, I was going to put on a good one. I reached out and pulled her up to me, we kissed a hot passion-filled kiss as I led her off the table. I had never done to a woman what I was about to do. I slowly turned her around, then guided her to bend over the table. She realized what I was aiming for when she f
I ate a dinner that night of badly seared steak and burnt potato chunks. I wanted to cook something, but that didn’t mean I could. I tried a drink before bed but the whiskey still tasted horrible. I settled for orange juice and went to bed. I knew without the alcohol I would be unable to sleep, but habits die hard. I don’t remember my head hitting my pillow; my last thought was of red hair splayed out across my bed. I awoke in the morning, from a dream filled with the gentle kisses of a fire haired angel, to the smell of frying bacon and eggs. I shook my head to clear it of my delusions, as I headed for the bathroom. A shower and shave later, I still smelled the smells of breakfast, fresh baked muffins had joined the perfumes on the air. I walked into the kitchen to find I had died and they had given me a preview of heaven, before sending me south. Standing at the sink wearing only an apron was the million dollar body from the song. Her red hair was pulled back and looked like a bla
The short drive home was uneventful, a few red lights a few green, everything is a gamble. As I pulled into my driveway I glanced over to chad and Barbara’s house, the lights were on in the living room, but no sign could be seen of the war that should have been raging in his home.I made my way into the house. It was as quiet as a tomb, the tomb it had become. This was my final resting place. I had left my life bleeding out on the street, in front of a casino in Las Vegas. Now was when the drinking would start in earnest, I could not sleep without the soothing forgetfulness of alcohol. It dulled the pain, even if it only added to it later. At least my empty bed became comfortable when I was drunk. I poured a large glass of whiskey on the rocks; no water now, the need to keep my wits about me was past. I was safe once again in the grave of my own making.I woke up late the next morning. My head was pounding in time to a rhythm I could not identify. I dragged myself into the bathroom. A
I stood at the window, watching the late summer light fade over the forested landscape. The view was breathtaking, lush, golden-green trees whispering of the firestorm of color fall would soon bring. To most, it was the kind of beauty that brought tears to the eyes. But I had none left to give.Ten years. That’s how long it had been since I lost her. My wife. One bullet, one night, and my world shattered into dust. Since then, I’d walked a long road of self-destruction. Somehow, I was still here—if you could call this living.I took a long sip from my whiskey glass, the ice clinking softly. The burn in my throat was familiar. Comforting, even. Better than grief. Grief twisted in silence now, like an old scar under the skin.“Paul,” a voice said behind me, breaking the quiet. “Game’s resuming. You’re up four-fifty. Don’t let the blinds eat into that.”I didn’t need to turn around to know it was Chad. I could feel his presence, the scent of that nautically-themed cologne he always wore,
His mouth crashes against mine again, deeper this time. Hungrier. There’s no hesitation when his tongue sweeps past my lips, claiming, devouring, taking everything he wants. His hands follow, greedy and deliberate as they roam my body like he owns it. And maybe, right now, he does. They slide down my curves with a possessive heat, fingers tracing every inch like he’s committing it to memory. What started as a tender kiss spirals, fast, into something darker, rougher, and aching with urgency. When his hands reach my chest, he doesn’t pause. He cups my breasts firmly, squeezing hard enough to pull a gasp from my throat, muffled into his kiss. He swallows the sound like it feeds him. Then his hands are behind me, tugging my zipper down in one swift motion. Our clothes hit the floor in a messy blur, forgotten, and he lifts me like I weigh nothing, placing me on the bed with a care that only makes the hunger more unbearable. His palms find my skin again, and my back arches helplessl
The boss stood up for the first time. He still wore his black, hand-tailored suit, only now the pant zipper was down. His cock protruded from the orifice. It was fully erect and far larger than I ever could have imagined. The boss was not a tall man, yet his member was larger even than the twins’. In fact, it seemed better suited for one of the gargantuan bodyguards than a man of the boss’s stature. Yet there it stood, hard as rock and riddled with veins.My heart started to race as I eyed the member fearfully. Fear soon washed over me as the man took a step. The cock barely even moved as he approached. My palms grew sweaty and every cell in my body cried for me to flee. But I knew that was not an option.“Please don’t do this,” I begged, terrified at the thought of losing my virginity to such a well-endowed man.He didn’t answer. He just kept walking, his cock growing ever closer to my virgin body. In a few steps, he reached the desk. Reaching out, he grabbed my waist and, with surpr
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