Forbidden Lecture: My Professor's Secret Craving

Aria slumped deeper into the worn-out gray couch in Lena’s cramped Toronto apartment, her curvy frame practically swallowed by the baggy sweats that could easily fit in two more people of her size. It reeked of dried tears and takeouts. Her dark hair fell in a tangled mess around her face, framing her big hazel eyes that were puffy and red from two months of sobbing into pillows.Eight long years. We talked about marriage and kids. And what does he do? He fucks that bleach-blonde slut of a neighbor, Sasha, with her fake tits and Instagram thirst trap, right on our kitchen counter while I stupidly worked double shifts at the cafe towards their future. Fucking Marcus!!The memory hits fresh. She remembered coming back home early from work to surprise Marcus. She had just gotten the biggest tip of her life from a generous customer, and with the day being their 8th anniversary, she had planned a surprise dinner and some hot sex later. The sound of moaning was unmistakable as soon as she w

York University's main building was a wonder to behold. Polished oak panels gleamed warm under sparkling lights as students’ chatter bounced lively off its vaulted ceilings, thick with new-semester energy.Aria wove frantically through the crowd, her skirt riding up her thighs from the sprint earlier, finally making it to class and sliding into a creaky back-row seat in the packed lecture theater. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she smoothed her messy bun.Her heart was beating erratically as she sat there quietly, trying to hide the heat creeping up her neck. Her thighs clenched involuntarily as she remembered his powerful thrusts splitting her open just hours ago. That thick, veined cock that wrecked my world and left me shaking teaches in my goddamn school?Could this day get any worse?Almost like the universe was enjoying the dilemma she was in, Professor Jason strode in like he owned the room, his crisp navy suit straining across his broad shoulders, tie knotted perfectly, bu

Aria pushed through the glass door of Brew Haven, the cafe where she had clocked countless shifts for the past 3 years. The smell of fresh espresso beans roasting and cinnamon scones baking wrapped around her like a comforting hug, mingling with the chatter of customers packed around their seats. The place was packed as expected since this was one of the cafe’s peak times.She spotted the girls at their usual corner booth as Lena waved frantically to get her attention. Mia was scrolling on her phone with her signature sharp eyeliner framing a smirk. Jade hadn’t arrived yet, I thought, since she wasn’t at the table. This was her tight circle, a makeshift sisterhood that made the world seem less cruel. “Finally! I thought you’d never leave campus,” Lena teased as Aria took her seat in their booth opposite them. She shoved a steaming latte across the table to her.Just then, Jade arrived and joined them, her energetic grin lighting up as she dropped her DJ headphones on the table with a

Aria’s hand hovered for a second on the cold metal handle, trying to think of possible responses that would save her ass and scholarship, should the conversation steer towards her inappropriate relationship with Professor Jason. Then, she turned the handle and stepped inside.Dean Hargrove’s office was bigger than she expected. Floor-to-ceiling bookcases lined the walls, filled with neat rows of academic journals and leather-bound volumes. A large window looked out over the campus quad, winter-bare trees clawing at the sky. The room smelled faintly of paper, furniture polish, and old coffee.Behind the heavy oak desk sat the man himself. He was in his late sixties, had a silver buzz cut, his broad face lined more by worry than age. His tweed jacket matched the chairs, and half-moon glasses perched low on his nose as he looked up from a file.“Miss Jenkins,” he said as he gestured toward a leather chair. “Please, sit.”Aria perched on the edge, her back straight, fingers clenched aroun