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My Sexy Literature Teacher 9

Penulis: Mia Moans
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Her words hung in the air like a dare, that sugary purr of her voice wrapping around me, pulling me toward her like a moth to a flame.

I stood, my legs a little shaky, and dropped my backpack on the couch, my heart hammering so loud I was sure she could hear it.

She stood there, hands on her hips, her black lace bralette barely holding her full breasts, the sheer fabric teasing the hard peaks of her nipples. Those leather shorts were a crime, so tight they molded to every curve, riding up to show the swell of her ass.

Her fishnet stockings shimmered, her stilettos gave her an extra inch of power, and her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, framing that crimson lipped smile that promised trouble.

Sweat glistened on her skin, catching the soft light, and I swear she glowed, like some goddess of temptation who knew exactly how to unravel me.

“Alright, tough guy,” she said, her voice dripping with playful mockery as she stepped onto the mat, gesturing for me to follow. “Let’s start
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    Her words hung in the air like a dare, that sugary purr of her voice wrapping around me, pulling me toward her like a moth to a flame. I stood, my legs a little shaky, and dropped my backpack on the couch, my heart hammering so loud I was sure she could hear it. She stood there, hands on her hips, her black lace bralette barely holding her full breasts, the sheer fabric teasing the hard peaks of her nipples. Those leather shorts were a crime, so tight they molded to every curve, riding up to show the swell of her ass. Her fishnet stockings shimmered, her stilettos gave her an extra inch of power, and her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, framing that crimson lipped smile that promised trouble. Sweat glistened on her skin, catching the soft light, and I swear she glowed, like some goddess of temptation who knew exactly how to unravel me.“Alright, tough guy,” she said, her voice dripping with playful mockery as she stepped onto the mat, gesturing for me to follow. “Let’s start

  • Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories    My Sexy Literature Teacher 8

    The next day, class dragged like a slow bleed, the professor’s voice a dull hum I couldn’t focus on. My eyes kept darting to the door, hoping Meredith might walk in, her usual confident stride and sharp gaze cutting through the monotony. But she wasn’t there, not in the lecture hall, not in the hallways, not even lingering near the faculty lounge where I’d sometimes catch her grading papers. It was like she’d vanished, and the absence gnawed at me, heavy with the weight of what I’d done.I shifted in my seat, my leg bouncing under the desk, the memory of her tears and her broken “Why?” burning in my skull. I had to fix this. I had to apologize, make her see I wasn’t… whatever she thought I was. A monster. The word stung, but I pushed it down, checking the clock every five seconds. Class couldn’t end soon enough. The second it did, I was out the door, my backpack slung over one shoulder, already set on heading to her house. I owed her that much, even if my gut twisted at the tho

  • Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories    My Sexy Literature Teacher 7

    Meredith’s hands shot up, palms pressing hard against my chest as she shoved me back, breaking the tight press of our bodies. “Geez, slow down!” she snapped, her voice sharp but laced with something softer, like she was fighting herself too. Her eyes flicked over me, catching the desperate flush on my face, the obvious bulge straining my jeans. “You like sex too much, don’t you ever think about the fact I’m way older than you?”I stumbled back a step, my breath ragged, my cock throbbing so hard it hurt, a dull ache that made my head spin. “I don’t care,” I rasped, my voice raw with need, stepping toward her again.“I don’t give a fuck about your age, Meredith. I need you, right now. It’s killing me.” My hands twitched, itching to grab her, to pull her back into me, the memory of her moans and the woman’s gasps down the hall fueling the fire in my veins.Meredith’s eyes narrowed, her breath hitching as she held up a hand, keeping the distance between us. “You need to calm down,” she

  • Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories    My Sexy Literature Teacher 6

    I grabbed Meredith’s phone and stuffed it in my pocket, my mind already racing with the excuse to see her again. The thought of showing up at her place, catching her off guard, sent a thrill through me. I stepped outside, flagged down a cab idling at the corner, and gave the driver her address, a small house a few miles away that I’d overheard her mention to my mom once.The ride was quick, the city blurring past as I tapped my foot, anticipation building.When the cab pulled up to her place, a modest two story with a tidy lawn, I paid the driver and hopped out. My heart was pounding as I walked up the path and knocked on the door, Meredith’s phone clutched in my hand like a trophy. The door swung open, and I froze. The woman standing there wasn’t Meredith. No way this was her daughter, either, Meredith had never mentioned kids, and this woman looked older than me, maybe 20 or 22, with sharp cheekbones and dark hair pulled into a messy bun. She was wrapped in a towel, her skin gl

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    The next day, Meredith arrived for our scheduled lesson just as she had the day before. But this time, my mom was nowhere to be seen, she had left early that morning for a weekend trip with some friends. The knowledge that we were completely alone filled me with a heady sense of anticipation and excitement.Meredith smiled knowingly as I opened the door, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She was dressed casually today in a tight tank top that hugged her ample curves and short shorts that showed off her long, toned legs. I couldn't help but stare appreciatively as she sashayed past me into the entryway."Your mom isn't here?" she asked, an eyebrow raised. "How convenient.""I suppose it is," I agreed, closing the door behind her. "Especially since you're wearing those tiny little shorts. I bet I could slide my hand right up them and make you moan..."Meredith shivered at my words, a flush rising on her cheeks. "We should focus on the lesson first," she chided breathlessly, but there

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    I ripped open her dress, sending buttons flying everywhere, before roughly pushing aside her bra to expose her full breasts. They bounced free, capping sweet pink nipples that begged to be sucked.I latched onto one peak, sucking hard as my hand kneaded her other breast roughly. Meredith cried out beneath me, arching into my touch as I lavished attention on her perfect tits."Yes," she sobbed brokenly. "Fuck yes. Suck on them harder! Bite them until I'm screaming!"I complied with a growl, scraping my teeth over her nipple before biting down sharply. Meredith screamed in ecstasy, fisting her hands in my hair to hold me closer as I worked her over.I continued my assault on her chest for long moments, sucking and nibbling and twisting until she was writhing beneath me with abandon. Finally, I released her with a wet pop, looking up at her flushed face with a smirk."You taste so fucking good," I rumbled, trailing a finger down her body until it reached the hem of her skirt. "And I bet

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