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2025-02-06 14:04:05
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In My Professor's Arms The flame before the fire
(Lily's POV) Neither of us broke the kiss as it deepened, driving me crazy already. His lips molded against mine, moving slow at first to savor the taste, the heat, and the mere want simmering between us. The way his hands tightened at my waist, pulling me closer, and I went willingly, pressing against the hard lines of his body. It all makes me need it now more than ever. A small moan escaped me, and that was all it took. His restraint cracked. His grasp became tighter, his mouth more insistent, and he consumed me with the deliberateness of slow movements. His tongue danced along my lower lip, slid inside, and deepened the kiss, until my knees buckled. His fingers dug into my hips, possessive, guiding me against him until I could feel the solid warmth of his body pressing into mine. My head spun, my breath coming in short desperate gasps between each kiss, but I didn't want to stop. Couldn't stop. His hands wandered up my sides, teasing the edge of my blouse, fingertip
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-06In My Professor's Arms Our first night
(Lily's POV)Victor's hand was already rubbing my pussy through my jeans, making it to start dripping give me a crazy feeling that I've never felt before.He made a seductive eyes sign, signaling he wanted to carry me, so I jumped a little, and locked my legs around his waist like a slut, my virgin cunt already moist through my panties, moistening his jeans where his massive bulge was wedged against me, I felt it—solid, insistent, even through the layers of our clothes, sending a pulse that makes me gaga, almost tearing myself naked for him. His hands were savage—one pinching my ass so hard it'd leave a bruise, the other squishing my tits against his chest, taking every inch of me. He stopped at the door, his breath a dirty, hot snarl against my ear. "You really wanna let me fuck you?" he growled, his voice thick with fuck-me-now kinda need, daring me to chicken out."Fuck, yes," I exclaimed, my lips smashing into his jaw, my hands ripping at his shirt like I'd never touched a man in
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-02In My Professor's Arms Our first night: pt 2
I was stretched out on Victor's chest, my body a shuddering, fucked-up mess, every muscle screaming in pain from the pounding he had just administered. His come continued to ooze out of my ravaged pussy, slow and thick, seeping into the sheets in a sticky, dirty pool that marked the spot where my virginity died. My thighs hurt, my nipples stung from his brutal grip, and my lips were chapped—but I couldn't remove the slutty, dazed grin from my face. I'd fuck him again in an instant, and he knew it.He rolled over beneath me, his chest thudding, one hand sleepily pulling my buttocks as he smoothed a hand through damp hair with the other. "Jesus, Lily, you're a fucking natural," he breathed, his teacher's calm shell lost forever now, replaced by raw, brute lust. "Virgin cunt this tight, and you still nailed me like a goddamn professional.".I let out a trembly, blissed-out laugh and buried my face in his neck, drinking in the sweat on his skin. "Guess you're a good teacher," I slurred, m
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-02In My Professor's Arms The Morning After
(Lily’s POV) I woke up sprawled across Victor’s bed, my body aching in places I’d never felt before, my pussy still raw and leaking from the way he’d wrecked me last night. The sheets clung to my thighs, damp with sweat and cum, the air thick with the musky scent of sex, of him, of me. My arms were heavy, weak, but the lethargic pulse between my legs shuddered down, a filthy reminder of how he'd stretched me, filled me, ruined me. The room was dark, the morning light filtering through the blinds, but I couldn't think of anything except all that went down last night, the way I lost myself completely, no shame, no control, enjoyable, climax. Victor lay beside me, his warmth, an arm possessively flung around my waist, his fingers curled up as if he still grasped me even in sleep. His chest was etched with the red angry scratches of my nails, a remembrance of what happened that will stay with him for a while and the pleasure we had inflicted on one another, somehow I didn't even know w
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-14In My Professor's Arms The drive
Victor's car purred beneath me, the leather seat cool against my thighs, the blue silk dress he'd slipped over me clinging to every curve, every place his hands had shaped, his mouth had ravaged. My pelvic area still throbbed— but the pain slowly fading—muted by the shower, the few steps, but still there, humming low, a rich reminder of how he'd opened me up, filled me so deep. I could still feel him inside me. It felt like it was going to make me never forget it.He slid into the driver’s seat, keys clinking, his jeans molding to the thighs I’d clung to, last night, his shirt tight across the chest. This is exactly what I saw that made me lose it, on the first day."Ready?" His voice came so smooth.Before I could even give a reply, he placed his hand on my thigh—warm, hard, fingers tracing over the silk, touching too damn close where I still hurt for him. My breath seized for a second, a shiver tracing through me, my pussy tightening in spite of the tenderness. He squeezed my thigh
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-15In My Professor's Arms New day
(Lily's POV)Her voice slammed me like a semi. It ripped through me, coiling around my ribcage hard. My heart detonated, thudding so hard I knew she could hear it. My skin burned, my breath stuttered—everything inside me screamed play it cool.My head played the words again.But fuck.I still had him on me—the blue silk dress against my skin, thighs wrapped tightly together.Sophie's gaze stabbed into mine, hard, attentive and questioning."Knocked? Last night?" I blurted out again, too fast, too shaky. My book clutched in my hands like a goddamn lifeline.My mind spun—moments of Victor on me, his whole self buried deep inside me, his voice in my ear, low and sinful—"Taking you so fucking deep, sweetheart."Fuck, no. Not now.I attempted to give a quick smile, my lips still swollen from his kisses, desperately trying to think of something—anything—to say.I barely processed the words before I started looking for the best reply to it."Oh, uh—yeah. I was out," I stammered, attempting t
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-16In My Professor's Arms JoséTheMan
The lecture hall emptied very fast—like magic when the TA dropped the golden bombshell: "Class is canceled—see ya next week." Usually Sophie, Daniels, and José walk together, but I was with them, so we all sprinted out into the quad, the afternoon sun beating down on the ivy-covered brick buildings like a postcard."Freedom, baby!" Sophie yelled, twirling around like a clown, her small backpack flying wildly. I laughed, my bag smacking my back as I walked into the wind. My beautiful blue sundress fluttered and smelled new grass and that impossible coffee scent drifting out of the campus coffee shop. Not one single assignments at my heels—to disturb my weekend as usual, no professors jawing—just us, a group of students turned loose."Lily's with us today!" "Daniels chimed in, glanded at me, but his eyes adjusted and now quite firmly fixed on Sophie, all riled up like she was his own sunshine. I smiled, nodded, and we set off cutting across the quad. It was mid-uni chaos—guys throwing a
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-18In My Professor's Arms EMILY
(Emily's POV)The alarm ripped through the silence at 5:45 a.m., cutting through and not minding my peaceful rest. My body jerked awake immediately, my hand thrashing across the nightstand until I struck my phone, my thumb slamming the screen to end the ear-splitting sound.Silence.Too thick. Too empty.The kind of quiet that makes it seem like the wall is so close, tighter into my sides, so that I could feel it with every breath.I lay there peacefully on the bed, unmade, sheets in a heap around my calves, my legs refusing to move.The air reeked of used perfume, faint sweat, the aftertaste of last night’s dinner—greasy noodles eaten straight out of the box, the chopsticks abandoned where they'd dropped on the counter.I opened my eyes to the ceiling, sleep-misty. There was a narrow crack across one corner, the edge serrated like a cracked bone. I followed its trace with my gaze, counting off the infinitesimal fractures, convincing myself I wasn't the same on the inside.My phone ma
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-19
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In My Professor's Arms Red Wine
(Emily's POV)Sophia twisted out the cork of the bottle, releasing a soft pop."Okay," she announced, the bottle held overhead like a prize, "this is our going to get crazy tonight. Give over your glasses."I smiled, extending my legs beneath the table and pushing my glass toward her. Her apartment was scented with vanilla candles and whatever it was that was baking in the oven, most likely store-bought, coming from Sophia. Her living room was darkly lit, gentle music floating out of a speaker in the corner. It was warm. Simple.The others had already settled. Five of us in total, Sophia, I, and three of her acquaintances I hardly knew. Maya, Erin, and Jules. All casual, all chatterers. People who flowed in and out of talk without ever having to work at it, spreading the warmth of the room.I didn't know if I was ready for this. But I was here, enjoying the atmosphere.And for the time being, it doesn't seem to not be good.Sophia filled the glasses, taking a dramatic sip from the fir
In My Professor's Arms Morning Drizzle
(Emily's POV)It was the soft tap of raindrops against the windows that woke me first.I rolled onto my side, drawing the blanket higher up onto my shoulder. The atmosphere outside was a dull gray, the sky thick, the light seeping into my room slow and cold.I laid there for a moment, my eyes half-closed. No loud south, ringing phone, no knocking door, no voice calling out my name.Just the rain droplets.I groped in the dark for my phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up under my fingertips. No new texts from Victor. Just the one from last night, still sitting there.hope you had a great week tho.I stared at it for a bit. The words didn't mean much to me now. They just were just like they were sent to somebody else.I locked the phone without answering and set it down.I threw the covers off and sat up. My feet struck the cold floor, and I shivered once. The apartment smelled vaguely of rain, soap, and the vanilla candle I'd burnt down last night.I brushed my teeth, splashed w
In My Professor's Arms Home, alone: Pt 2
(Emily's POV)I floated after, eyes closed, skin flushed, and my body relaxed from release.But it didn't go away.The need stayed.Still there, present, and pulsating under the water, deep within my legs. Another need now. Heavier. Not the first soft hunger but something more, hungrier. I could still feel my pussy clutch around nothing, hungry for more. My clit still throbbed, oversensitive but hungry.I wanted more.I wanted to collapse again, but gradually. Profoundly. I wanted to take it out like that, like I was choking on the desperation for it.I licked my lips, my chest heaving and falling as I sent my fingers back down between my thighs.I groaned under the touch. I was still damp, inflamed. I reached for my clit first, rubbing it again, and gentle. The muscles of my legs contracting. It felt like was too much. But I need it too much. I whispered to myself, "Don't stop."I pulled one hand back
In My Professor's Arms Home, alone: Pt 1
(Emily's POV)I shut the door behind me, and just stood there for some minutes, tired and stressed.The silence here I what I really needed after the noise. The atmosphere was thick, warm, and somehow suffocating. My apartment was too quiet, and too still. No voices, just the soft hum of the fridge and the sound of my own heartbeat.Sophia was still at the loft, dancing with someone, drunk and shining. I didn't even tell her why I was leaving that. I just mumbled something about being tired and stressed, and she was distracted, just smiled and turned back to the person she's with.The ride home was something that felt like it didn't happen. One second, I stopped the taxi and told him where I'm headed. Next, he told me were at my street, and I asked him to drive forward little, paid him from my purse, and alighted at the front of my apartment.The moment I was inside, i felt a little tired, forgetting that my body was tired earlier.But my body wasn't tired, maybe not really.It was ju
In My Professor's Arms The Loft
(Emily's POV)The loft was already charged with energy when we got there. Music vibrating through the walls before we even opened the door, I didn't even know this was what I should be expecting.The thud of bass followed us upstairs, shaking the building. The air was thick with the smell of perfume, wine, and too many different brands of cologne, just everything mixed togeter.Sophia pulled the door open violently without knocking. The interior was honey-hued and it was fairly dark, just string lights that coiled around the beams of the ceiling.People walking in every direction, glasses held aloft, voices ebbing and flowing. Laughter from the other side of the room where a small bar had been set up, bottles already partially drained.We stepped inside and were assailed by a wall of heat and noise.Sophia smiled at me and turned to leave. "This is already perfect."I nodded, even though I could feel the butterflies curling around my stomach. The dress clung to me more than I thought
In My Professor's Arms Countdown to Eight
(Emily’s POV)The sun slipped in through my blinds, falling in stripes across my bed. I turned over slowly, my head was heavy and my body sore. It felt like I had been hit by everything all at once, work stress, late pizza, the noise, everything.I blinked at the clock beside me. It was 11:03 a.m.“Shit,” I muttered, my voice rough. I never slept this late, not even on weekends.The red dress I made up my mind to wear was still hanging on the chair. It looked like it was looking at me. The party was tonight. Eight o'clock. Johnson. The fun. All of it waiting.I sat up and rubbed my face with my palm, then stood and walked barefoot into the living room.Sophia was passed out on the couch. Her hair was messy, one sock missing. The plush cat from the arcade was resting on her chest. The TV was off. Her laptop was shut, and the pizza boxes were still on the table.I leaned over the couch.“Soph.. Soph” I said. “It’s eleven.”She jumped a little like she wasn't being chased, blinking fast.
In My Professor's Arms ThursDAY
Emily's POVIt was 4:30 p.m. when I flung open the hospital doors like someone escaping a wild conflagration. Sophia's keys jingled alongside me, the two of us near-running to the lot, the fatigue of the week tugging at our legs but Friday freedom egging us on. I’d made sure we left early with some silly excuses—"admin catch-up," whatever the heck that meant—and nobody had the energy to argue.Sophia slid into her sleek black Mazda, always a step ahead, her taillights blinking with that smug little smile. I got into my car, the A/C grumbling as it started up, the wheel warm beneath my hands from being parked in the late afternoon sun.Traffic zoomed past me, but my mind wasn't on the road. It was on Johnson. Or, more specifically, Sophia's endless chatter about him.She'd been gushing about him all week like she's the author of a romance novel. "He's got this laugh," she'd said on Monday, bending across the break room table like she was sharing state secrets. "Deep. Contagious. You'll
In My Professor's Arms Ruin me, Slowly
His lips crashed into mine, and the world spun.He rolled them in one fluid motion, and I was abruptly beneath him—his body looming over me, one strong hand clenching both of mine captive above my head. The bed dipped beneath, cause of the action, but he didn't stop the kiss. It grew even more, hard and hungrier, like he'd been starving for me. Our lips dancing together, wild, sloppy. His tongue pushed past my lips, tasting me, claiming me, and I gave way, kissing him back just as fiercely.I breathed out into his mouth as his free arm found my waist, gripping hard, yanking my body against his. Everything about him was hot and hard and demanding. His chest against my breasts, his hips grinding into mine, that heavy pressure between my thighs driving me wild."Victor," I breathed into his mouth, my voice already shattered.His eyes burned into mine, pupils wide with longing. "You drive me crazy," he growled, then dropped down again, lips brushing over my jaw, down my throat. "Completel
In My Professor's Arms Yours to Ruin
(Lily's POV)I can't even say think of how exactly I made it through Wednesday, and today, it's Thursday.It was very slow one, and every hour dragged like my body was waiting for something—something that I wanted to have start last night, but still haven't. The way Victor had looked at me in his office. The way his voice softened when he spoke about his brother. The way I’d wanted to kiss him but I just couldn't do it.All day, it sat in me. That pull. That ache. That craving.By the time my last class ended, I was practically vibrating with nerves. And want. The type that sits deep in your belly, heavy and sweet. I didn’t even text him. I didn’t need to. I know he'd be at his place, so this time, I do not even want to have the permission to, I just wanted to.I didn’t go home first.I took a cab straight to his apartment.When I got there, the sun was just starting to set, casting soft gold light through the tall windows of his place. I stood at the door for a second, breathing in.
