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5: Beautiful Things to Explore
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HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL 7: Relax Your Throat
IMANII practically flew out of my bed. I held my duvet to my chest, tried to calm down my erratic heartbeat, and hid the evidence of what I just did. “Uncle Stephan, what… What are you doing here?”“I heard you moan my name,” he started, and his eyes slid over me in a lazy, slumberous gaze that was filled with filthy intentions. “No,” I lied, slowly backing up and trying to look for an escape because he was looking at me like someone who'd devour me. But deep down, I didn't want to escape. I wanted to succumb to this. I wanted to be explored. “No?” he cocked his head to one side while still looking at me, “what about what I saw then? Did I imagine you thrusting your fingers into your tight hole while imagining that it was my finger fucking you?”God! I closed my eyes. Exhaled. When I opened them again, he was right in front of me. I staggered back, but my back met the wall. There was nowhere to go. “Uncle Stephan… This is… It is wrong.”“What is?” he closed the distance between
HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL Please Explore My Body
IMANII knew I was the thing he wanted to explore. And it gave me a headiness that I both detested and loved. I could picture him exploring my body with both his hands and mouth. I could picture him exploring my curves and swells. I could picture him exploring every inch of my body. My pussy pulsated, and I was overwhelmed with a desire to touch myself. I crossed my legs, and when I looked up, he was looking at me with a full-blown knowing look. I looked back at my food and tried to eat what now tasted like sawdust. “Well, I think it's a better option that you decided to stay back,” Declan spoke, and I was grateful for the distraction. I wanted him to continue talking to lessen this awkwardness. “Imani will definitely need the help to commute to and from school. And you could also help with personal tutorials.”“Yeah,” Mom added, “That would make sense.”“Of course,” Stephan replied, and my head jerked up at his slumberous tone, “I'll be more than willing to help, especially wit
HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL 5: Beautiful Things to Explore
CHAPTER FIVEI struggled to pull myself together as my heart would not stop pounding. His hand was still stretched. I had yet to take it. My mum gave me a warning stare. If she hadn't been trying to be nice, I would have received a blinding slap.“Imani?” she called through gritted teeth. I swallowed and looked down at my step-uncle's hand. A vivid image of him holding my throat flashed through my eyes. Those hands that guided me to submission as I took him in, the whole of him.Oh, not again! I blinked, trying to focus.This is Stephan, your step-uncle and a professor at your school. Nothing more! The voice in my head was so loud, I feared others in the room could hear it. I slowly moved my hand to take his, trying as much as possible to avoid eye contact. “Imani…” he half called, half groaned my name, “it's nice to meet you again,” he said as I raised my head. “It's nice to meet you again, Prof…sorry…Uncle Stephan,” I stuttered, licking my lower lip nervously. His eyes were
HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL 4: He's My New Step-uncle
I barely managed to remain still in class. My stomach wouldn't stop rumbling. I needed to throw up. I needed to use the toilet. I needed to splash water on my face. I needed to breathe. I couldn't hear anything at all. I couldn't even hear anything. My heart was pounding, and my blood was thumping so fast. How was this possible? How could this be possible? The only time I decide to be reckless and throw manners away, it came to bite me in the ass in the most horrible way possible. How was this even possible? How was… I tried to still my heart pounding, tried to focus. It couldn't be as bad as I was making it out to be. We were in a class of 50, and it shouldn't have been that difficult to make myself unnoticeable. I'd refrain from asking or answering questions, and the semester would be over before I knew it. Yes, that sounded nice. My heart slowed down at the conclusion, and the only solution, and my body relaxed. “So that marks the end of our first lecture,” my heart danced at
HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL 3: He's My New Professor
IMANII stumbled back home, the pain in my wrist worsening at first and the red mark burning brighter. It only dulled when I got closer to home and paled completely when I entered the four walls of the hell I called home. Mom was waiting for me in the sitting room, and she shot up immediately when she saw me. Her eyes blazed daggers into my soul, even though I was used to this… Even though I should be used to this by now, I still trembled in front of her. “And why were you late?” Her tone mirrored her expression. “I… I was… I hung up with my new friends, and we kind of lost track of time.”“Your new friends?” she chuckled, but there was nothing amusing about the sound as she stalked closer to me. " Haven't I made it clear that you don't need any other friends but me?”Yeah, she made it perfectly clear by repeating it over and over, enforcing it in the way I couldn't go to sleepovers or hang out with my classmates. That was the beginning of the problems. Alienating myself from my cl
HER PROFESSOR'S GOOD GIRL 2: Fucked in his Car
IMANII drank. I've never been that much of a drinker. I only drank whenever it was necessary, and that was only when I needed to prove to other girls and acquaintances that I could drink, that I was a cool girl. But now, even though I didn't need to prove anything to anyone, I couldn't help but drink. It was the only way to dull the ache in my chest, it was the only way for me not to feel what I was feeling, it was the only way for me to forget that I've been pranked and betted on and treated like dirt again. No one will ever love you. You're just an ugly, fat girl; no one will ever want you. All my life, I've always wanted to prove her wrong. I wanted to prove to her that I was capable of being loved and wanted… Of having friends, a man who'd worship the ground I walk on, and everything that I've always wanted. But no matter how hard I tried, it always ended in a disaster. I always ended up getting discarded and treated like trash, ridiculed, and churned out. No matter how hard
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