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THE HOUSE THAT FEEDS ON SIN 2
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2026-04-20 23:31:40
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Harper’s POV We stayed tangled together on his couch for a long time afterward, skin cooling slowly, breaths gradually evening out. Elias had one arm wrapped around my back, his fingers tracing slow, absent patterns along my spine. My head rested on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat under my ear. I could feel the light sheen of sweat between us, the way my leg was draped over his, and the soft press of his softening cock against my thigh. Everything felt heavy and intimate in a way I had never experienced before. My body was sore in the best possible way — a deep, satisfied ache between my legs, my nipples still sensitive from his mouth, my skin tingling everywhere he had touched. I didn’t speak for a while. I just lay there, breathing him in, trying to hold onto the warmth of the moment before the rest of the world crept back in. Because the guilt was already starting to stir again, quiet but insistent, curling in my stomach like smoke. He was my professor.
100 WAYS TO SIN FORBIDDEN OFFICE HOURS 6
Harper’s POV The days after that first real kiss in his office felt like walking through a dream I couldn’t wake up from. Everything looked the same on campus — students rushing between classes, the smell of coffee from the union, the steady rhythm of practice on the tennis courts — but nothing felt the same. Every time I saw Dr. Kane in the lecture hall my stomach would flip and my skin would heat up. We kept things professional during class, but the looks we exchanged when no one was paying attention carried an entire conversation we couldn’t have out loud. We didn’t meet in his office again that week. He suggested it would be smarter to keep some distance on campus, and I agreed even though part of me hated the idea. Instead, we started texting. Nothing obvious, nothing that could be used against either of us if someone saw. Mostly about books, about a passage in a novel that made him think of something I’d said, about a song he heard that reminded him of our conversations. Small
100 WAYS TO SIN FORBIDDEN OFFICE HOURS 5
Harper’s POVWe stayed like that for what felt like a long time, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in. My heart was still racing from the kiss, and my lips felt warm and a little swollen. Dr. Kane’s hand was still cupping the side of my face, his thumb brushing lightly over my cheekbone. I could feel the slight tremble in his fingers, like he was fighting the same battle I was. This was wrong. Deeply wrong. He was my professor. I was his student. If anyone ever found out, it could end his career and destroy my reputation on campus. But in that quiet office with the door closed and the late afternoon light coming through the window, none of those facts felt as real as the way his mouth had felt against mine.“I’ve been thinking about doing that for weeks,” he admitted quietly, his voice rough around the edges. “Every time you came in here. Every time we sat on this couch. I kept telling myself to stop, that it was inappropriate, that I was supposed to be the professional
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Harper’s POVI followed Dr. Kane to his office again after the next lecture, my bag feeling heavier than usual on my shoulder. The hallway was quieter than normal, most students already gone for the day. My heart was already beating faster before we even reached his door. Every time I came here the air felt thicker, the conversations longer, the space between us smaller. I knew I should stop. I knew this was crossing lines that could destroy both of us. But I kept showing up anyway, telling myself it was just about the paper, just about getting help. The lie was getting harder to believe even in my own head.He closed the door behind us like always. The soft click sent a little jolt through me. He sat on the couch again and I sat beside him, closer than I needed to. Our knees touched this time and neither of us moved away. We opened my draft on my laptop and started going through it. His voice was calm and focused as he pointed out places where my argument could be stronger, but I kep
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Harper’s POVI left Dr. Kane’s office that evening with my skin still tingling where his hand had brushed my lower back. The walk back to my dorm felt longer than usual, every step echoing the quiet tension that had been building between us for the past few days. I kept replaying the moment at the door — the way he had looked at me, the slight hesitation in his voice when he said goodnight. It wasn’t just my imagination anymore. Something was shifting, and it terrified me as much as it excited me.The next lecture I sat in my usual spot in the back, trying to focus on the discussion about modernist poetry. But my eyes kept drifting to him. The way he leaned against the desk when he spoke. The small furrow between his brows when a student asked a challenging question. He caught me staring once and held my gaze for a beat longer than necessary before looking away. My stomach did that familiar flip again. I spent the rest of class pressing my thighs together under the desk, trying to ign
100 WAYS TO SIN FORBIDDEN OFFICE HOURS 2
Harper’s POVI spent the next two days trying not to think about Dr. Kane, but my mind kept circling back to that evening in his office no matter what I did. The way he had listened when I talked about my paper, the way his arm had brushed mine on the couch, the quiet way he said my name right before I left. It was stupid. He was my professor. Twelve years older than me. Completely off limits. But every time I sat in his lecture I found myself watching the way he moved, the way his voice dropped when he got passionate about a text, the small smile he gave when a student said something insightful. I told myself it was just admiration for a good teacher, but my body knew better. My skin still remembered that brief contact, and my stomach did this little flip whenever our eyes met across the room.After practice on Wednesday I found myself walking toward the humanities building again. My hair was still damp from the shower and my tennis bag felt heavy on my shoulder. I told myself I was
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SOPHIA'S POV.I stood there holding the small black box in my shaking hands staring at the sleek silver plug inside it. The jeweled base caught the light from the huge windows and the remote next to it made everything feel even more real. My face burned hot. I had never used anything like this befo
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SOPHIA'S POV.I pressed the pen to the paper and signed my name on every line he pointed to. My hand shook the whole time but I kept going until the last page was done. Damien watched me without saying a word. When I finally set the pen down he took the folder back and slid it into a drawer like it
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LENA. I could feel the thick head of Jake's massive cock stretching the entrance of my married pussy. He pushed deeper inside me from behind. I was bent over the hood of his truck. My shorts were tangled around my ankles. My heart hammered so violently in my chest that it felt like it might burst.
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LENA.I could feel Jake's thick hot cum still oozing out of my stretched married pussy with every single step I took back along the dirt path toward the cabin.My thighs sliding slick and sticky against each other as the heavy load mixed with my own juices and trickled down in slow messy trails tha
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