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This drove the young man to the edge and he burst into his teacher. The orgasm Mrs. Singh experienced at that moment was the most intense and Jeff was in heaven. It was the first time to have such sensations. “Jeff, you were the most wonderful student partner I have ever had,” said the teacher and he looked at her with confusion. “Yes, I have had quite a few student lovers before you,” she revealed. “But you are the first one to give me three blasts in a single session,” she continued. “You are even better than my hubby,” she revealed.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

turned into a conversation about lecturers, then music, then jokes that reminded her too much of the boy she wasn’t supposed to miss. She told herself to stop. But every time her phone buzzed, her heart softened a little more. Across the room, Charity was digging through her handbag for what had to be the tenth time. “Where is my lip oil?!” Charity groaned dramatically. “I swear someone in this school is after my beauty.” Mope burst out laughing. “Who will be stealing lip oil, please?” “You’ll be surprised!” Charity snapped her fingers. “Angel stole my wig last semester. Don’t let me start.”

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Without turning to see what he looked like as he said that, I picked up my pace and left the once-empty classroom. My phone dinged as I headed to the part of school Lucien had reserved for me alone, so I could go there whenever I needed time to myself. "Where are you?" Lucien texted. A smile I could not control broke on my lips, and I typed my response. "Who is this?" His reply was swift, and for some reason, it made me giddy with excitement. "Sloane Bishop's boyfriend. Why are you with my girlfriend's phone?" Still smiling, I replied, "She says she wants me, and not you anymore. I'm hotter, sexier, and richer than you."

She wanted to message him but after their kiss and his rejection…she couldn’t face that either. “I still can’t believe you’ve actually kissed Ryan Lee.” Mia had told Tilly about what had happened on Monday. It was now Friday, and she still couldn’t believe it. Mia gave her an elbow. “I need you to focus. He’s just a boy after all.” “Just a boy?! The most popular good-looking guy in school is not just a boy! And his girlfriend is Savannah Miller! I mean…its crazy.” “Thanks,” Mia grumbled. Tilly’s face fell. “Oh god Mia. I didn’t mean it like that. You know I think you’re a million times better than her…it’s just…well you know what it’s like here.”

Oh how I loved the sweet impossible imagination of having a lover. I picked it up, and headed for class. Mr Richard’s class was one of my favorites. Aside from the fact that I loved his style of teaching, I loved staring at his amazing physique. I sometimes catch myself dreaming of my petite self wrapped up in his arms. Who wouldn’t? His broad shoulders,his rock hard chest I could tell even without touching,his chiseled beard and earth swirling scent I wish I had. Everything about him reminded me of my favorite male lead character from my all time Romance book “ Make Me Yours Tonight”

We headed to the badminton court at the university where Roman taught. It was clear that Roman hadn't lied; he was indeed a teacher there and quite popular. Every passing student greeted him warmly, especially some daring female students who even posed flirtatiously and threw seductive glances at him.

There is a dead mouse stuck in the air conditioning unit during summer, filling the classroom with a foul odor. Henry Hudson, my homeroom teacher, instantly blames it on me, saying I don't shower. He mocks me for reeking of pigs and polluting the air in the classroom since Mom and Dad raise pigs for a living. He even insists that Mom and Dad sell our pigs to buy new air conditioners for the classroom. I flush with shame as I repeatedly insist that I shower every single day, but my classmates still mock me and call me "Stinker Tucker". I am forced to transfer to another school after enduring the endless insults and hostile glares from countless people. Years later, I head a major biophar