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Craving My New Student (Part 1)

Author: Tee .A.
last update publish date: 2026-06-01 19:16:08

Men are truly dogs.

I sit at the bar with a glass of whiskey in my hand, the liquid burning its way down my throat. The bar is half-empty, the kind of place where broken people go to disappear. I came here to disappear too. To forget the image of my husband, balls-deep in my best friend, on our matrimonial bed. The same friend who used to roll her eyes and call him boring every time we hung out. The same friend I trusted with my secrets, my fears, my life. I gave that man everything. I stayed l
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  • TWISTED ECSTASY   Craving My New Student (Part 9)

    I walk into Chancellor Whitlock’s office without an appointment. Amy tries to stop me, her voice rising as she calls my name from the reception area, but I brush past her with a curt, “It’s urgent.”The interruption earns me a startled look from Whitlock, who glances up from a stack of documents spread across his desk.He is holding a fountain pen in one hand, reading glasses perched low on his nose.“Professor Hale,” he says, setting down the pen. “Is everything alright?”The concern in his voice almost makes me reconsider.Almost.It is not that he sounds insincere. It is worse than that. It is genuine concern wrapped in institutional control, the kind that comes with knowing every decision here carries consequences beyond the person standing in front of him.If I wait any longer, I might lose my nerve.I remain standing. Sitting would soften this into a discussion instead of what it needs to be.“I am ending the special support arrangement with Lucien Grayson. Effective immediately

  • TWISTED ECSTASY   Craving My New Student (Part 8)

    Lynn recovers first. A small, satisfied smile tugs at her mouth, as if she’s been waiting for this exact moment.“Well, this is awkward. Catherine. Didn’t expect to see you here.”I ignore her completely and fix my gaze on Lucien instead. My voice comes out cutting, stripped of patience. “Explain this bullshit.”The studio suddenly feels tighter, like the walls have shifted closer while no one was looking. Lucien steps forward with his hands slightly raised, his face drained of color.“Catherine, it is not what it sounds like. Let me explain.”Letting out a soft laugh, Lynn leans back against the piano, her arms still crossed. She looks exactly as she used to when we spent nights at clubs, trading secrets over drinks and music that felt harmless. The same woman who listened as I broke down for months over Mark’s growing distance. The same woman who apparently decided I was something she could step over.“Oh, please,” she says lightly. “Let’s not pretend there is confusion here. Lucien

  • TWISTED ECSTASY   Craving My New Student (Part 7)

    Standing at the front of the lecture hall, I move through the material with the steady assurance years of teaching have carved into muscle memory. The notes on the projector advance behind me in sequence, though I barely rely on them. My voice carries cleanly across the room as I connect theory to lived decisions, the kind of choices people make when no one is watching, when ethics are tested in ordinary places.The students respond in uneven patterns. Some lean forward, pens moving across notebooks, capturing every structured idea. Others recline, eyes lowered to phones they try to disguise under the desk, still listening in fragments. A few nod at precise moments, as though something internal has aligned with what I am saying. The rhythm of teaching steadies something in me that has been unsettled. In this space, there is only structure, language, and the expectation of clarity. Everything else is temporarily muted.Halfway through the session, I scan the back rows and pause.Lucien

  • TWISTED ECSTASY   Craving My New Student (Part 6)

    I wake before Mark, and the house feels lighter. The divorce papers have been sitting in my drawer for weeks. This morning, I finally pull them out, place them on the kitchen table beside a pen, and make myself a cup of coffee.By the time Mark stumbles into the kitchen, he's hungover, irritable, and scratching his stomach. His gaze lands on the papers, and he stops short.“What the hell is this?”“Divorce papers,” I say, taking a sip of coffee. “Sign them.”He stares at me as if I've suddenly started speaking another language.“Divorce? You? The old Catherine would never pull this shit. You always forgave. You always stayed.”I set my mug down.“The old Catherine is gone. Sign.”A laugh escapes him, but there's no real amusement behind it.“You can't be serious. We have kids. A life. You really want to throw that away because of one mistake?”“One mistake?” I fold my arms across my chest. “You fucked my friend for months. Disappeared for weeks. Called me leftovers. Don't talk to me a

  • TWISTED ECSTASY   Craving My New Student (Part 5)

    I freeze on top of Lucien. His cock is still buried inside me. The footsteps downstairs grow louder. Keys hit the table. A familiar voice curses under his breath.Mark.He's home. After weeks of nothing, he chooses today of all days.Lucien’s eyes meet mine. He looks more amused than scared. I clamp a hand over his mouth and slide off him slowly, my body screaming in protest. I grab my robe from the floor and tie it quickly. My legs feel shaky.“Stay here,” I whisper. “Do not make a sound.”He nods, but his hand brushes my thigh as I move toward the door. A silent promise that this is not over.I slip out of the bedroom and head downstairs. Mark stands in the entryway, his suit jacket slung over one shoulder, his eyes glassy from whatever he drank. He looks at me with a smirk.“Well, well. Look who it is,” he says, his voice thick. “Miss me?”I keep my distance. “Where the hell have you been?” I ask. “You disappear for weeks, and all of a sudden you show up out of nowhere? What do you

  • TWISTED ECSTASY   Craving My New Student (Part 4)

    The vibrator buzzes between my legs but it does nothing for me. I push it deeper, desperate for any kind of relief after weeks of avoiding Lucien. Flashbacks storm in without warning. The way he filled me. The low groan he made when he came inside me. I pump the toy faster, hips lifting off the bed.“Lucien,” I moan, the name slipping out loud. I don’t stop. I drive it in and out, chasing that memory. My body tightens. The orgasm hits, sharp and quick. I gasp through it, thighs trembling. But the instant it fades, the emptiness returns. I’m still soaked. Still aching. Still craving the real thing. Plastic and memories are not enough.I yank the vibrator out and hurl it across the room. It slams into the lamp, shattering the bulb with a loud crash. “Fuck!” I grip my hair with both hands and scream at the ceiling. “What is happening to me?” My body keeps betraying me for him. A student I have avoided for weeks. The one person who should be off limits. I am a professor. A mother. Yet he

  • TWISTED ECSTASY   Caught Wet-Handed (Part 1)

    For the past three months I’ve been living at Vale Manor, sorting through the private library collection for Lucas and his partner. The job came through a university contact, and I jumped at it. Quiet work, beautiful old house, good pay. What I didn’t plan on was them. They’ve been together for ye

  • TWISTED ECSTASY   Dripping For The Enemy (Part 4)

    I reach for his belt, fingers clumsy with need, but Damien catches my wrists and pins them above my head with one hand. His eyes fix on mine, smoldering and commanding.“Not yet,” he rasps. “You said every inch. Show me how bad you want it, Elena. Ride me.”He releases me, shifts back, and sits aga

  • TWISTED ECSTASY   Dripping For The Enemy (Part 3)

    The next morning, my body still remembers every second of last night.I wake up aching in the best and worst ways. My thighs are sore, my nipples still sensitive from how he pinched and teased them. Every time I move, I feel the ghost of Damien’s fingers inside me, the low growl of his voice saying

  • TWISTED ECSTASY   Dripping For The Enemy (Part 2)

    My body is still trembling, his two broad fingers buried deep inside me, when those five words hit like ice water.“Who the hell are you?”He doesn’t pull his hand away. Instead, he curls his fingers slowly, pressing against that spot that makes my knees buckle. A fresh wave of pleasure rips throug

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