Forbidden and Sinful desires
God, I'd been nursing this massive crush on Professor Harlan for like, two full semesters straight. It was one of those deep, gnawing aches that just twisted me up inside whenever he'd launch into his Victorian lit rants. That voice of his…deep, all commanding and shit. It'd snake around me like some soft, inescapable bind, and don't even get me started on those piercing blue eyes. They had this way of just... peeling you apart, layer by layer, right there in the middle of a packed lecture hall. I'd sit in the back row, my thighs clenched, imagining his hands pinning me down, making me squirm and plead. But hey, fantasies? They're harmless, and just clean, not until that email from him poppe
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