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I savor her with calculated slowness, cruelly attentive to every quiver she cannot repress. My hands are not idle. They glide beneath the water, mold to the arch of her lower back, the curve of her buttocks, travel back up along the inside of her thighs. She is so soft. So warm. Everywhere. She recoils, arches, her hips undulating despite herself, seeking a friction I still refuse. I turn her over. Her nape is offered, her hands grip the edge of the tub. I press my body against her back, holding her firmly. I am hard, painfully hard, pressed against the cleft of her buttocks. She feels it. A tremor runs through her.

Reproduction, sexuality, the raw mechanics of bodies, it’s all part of the job I want. One day I’ll be the one explaining fertility options to scared patients, or holding hands through STI diagnoses, or guiding someone through postpartum hell. So yeah, the course matters. But Professor Marcellus? He’s nothing like the professors I’ve heard stories about, the old ones, wrinkled from too many books or too many years, droning on like they’ve forgotten what sunlight feels like. Marcellus is 41 and built like he hits the gym before dawn everyday. Rich looking without trying, tailored shirts, quiet confidence, that subtle neck tattoo peeking when his collar shifts. Hot in a way that feels unfair f

I told her, trying to act casual. “Hello everybody. I am Professor Atlas, your combat instructor,” Professor Atlas said breaking into our conversations. His voice boomed across the arena silencing the entire room immediately. Professor Atlas was a tall and buff-looking man with a buzz cut and tattoos going up his arms and across his torso. He stood in front of everybody wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. His shirt was removed, revealing his abs and I could tell from the ladies around the room, that he was swoon-worthy. However, I didn’t feel the same attraction to him as I would to Xaden.

Almost all the girls were staring at their new professor. A tall, handsome man walked into their room. His figure is stunning, as seen by his fitted polo shirt, which seems like the muscles in his arm are about to explode. His stomach is also flat, and they're sure he has stunning six-pack abs. Its eyes are also lovely, as if he is captivating them even when not smiling. "Hello, class. I'm Carl Alarcon, your new professor." said prof. The new professor drew every girl in their class, which frustrates Tyler. He turned to Kyra, who was just sitting and looking at their prof. Kyra seemed to be daydreaming.

Gulping down harshly I pulled my hands back. Rubbing my wrist where his palms were I felt burned. Why the hell is he so hot? Shit- I mean, why does he feel hot? His touches always leave a burning sensation of exotic feelings. Prof. Darius came back again and took his seat. "Is everything set?" Prof. Darius asked. Snorting, I nodded my head before replying, "Yes, professor, everything is set." I glared at the oblivious professor who was discussing with Damon regarding the teamwork. The chocolate of my life, save me from this trouble!

I’d stared at that name all semester, imagining what those strong hands could do if they ever touched me instead of just grading papers. I was twenty-one, a senior who had always played the role of the diligent student. Good grades, polite smiles, never causing trouble. But lately, something darker had been stirring inside me. Professor Kelvin’s deep, authoritative voice during lectures on forbidden desires in classic literature had awakened it. The way his eyes sometimes lingered a second too long when I asked questions, the way his broad shoulders filled out his crisp shirts — it all fed the growing ache between my thighs.

"I think I just saw a girl in nothing but a man's shirt pass by!" "Unacceptable! She can't have stolen our incredibly hot professor." "Doesn't she look kind of familiar though...?" Professor?! I went utterly rigid when Killian settled in front of the webcam and began to talk. "Good morning. I am Professor Abram. Professor Schultz was temporarily covering my class last week. I will be leading your Honors Biology course this semester."

Instead, I walk straight inside his cabin with my best smile. I see hotty's back, his legs on the window's frame in a relaxing posture. Suddenly I feel calm seeing him relaxing in his seat. I wonder what he looks like in sweatpants and a normal tee. I notice the moaning and panting sound engulfed in the room which is coming from hotty's phone. I look closely and see two naked bodies humping on his phone's screen. No, fucking. He is watching them having sex. He is watching P**N! IN HIS PHONE. IN HIS OFFICE! OPENLY!

I'm just thankful to my brain that it's quite intelligent and I passed Irdium Colleges' scholarship test. Minutes of chit-chatting had passed and a handsome guy wearing a tucked-in, violet longsleeve with a purple necktie entered our room. He looks like a god that came down from Mt. Olympus to show his sexiness. Ugh. I think this is love at first sight. "Your mouth, Kath," Sophie said and pushed my jaw upward. "T-thanks," I said. This is the first time I saw a hot teacher like him. "Okay class. I'll be your teacher for this hour. I'm Janthony Go but you can call me Professor Jane." My eyes enlarged and I swear every girl that is containing their orgasms almost shouted at our professor for be

Everyone knows that foreign babes are hot and passionate. The conjecture about the new teacher became more and more intense in the school forum until someone came out and said that, according to reliable news, a male professor of 40 or 50 years of age came back. For a while, the YY atmosphere faded. Forty or fifty years old, no matter how rich experience—what about it.