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This time I stop to get a bouquet, his room needs a little color, and I have no idea what kinds of things he likes so I get different kinds of pastries. The nurse I meet is different, but she also has a welcoming smile on her face. “He’s a bit groggy today, and chose to stay inside.” “That’s okay.” The Prof. is reading one of his magic books, and takes his time lifting his eyes. There’s a brief moment of confusion in his eyes before recognition sparks to life. “You’ll have to forgive me, I had to read the lines a couple times before I understood what that means.” he shakes his head,

On the other side of the door, Selly clamped her own hand over her mouth, desperate to swallow every moan. She hadn’t expected Professor Alex Harrington to summon her the second class ended, let alone demand she satisfy his forbidden hunger right here on campus. The lecturer’s office was dead quiet, the kind of silence that amplifies every heartbeat. Selly’s breath came in ragged gasps. Professor Alex Harrington—late fifties, still built like a linebacker, with a stare that made the girls whisper—loomed over her, a smug curve on his lips. His white shirt hung open at the collar, sweat glistening across the hard planes of his chest.

It's a detail I cling to, a sign that maybe he's finally starting on our plans to move in together once I graduate. Dating my professor is a bittersweet experience, one I'm not sure I'd recommend to anyone, especially when he's the youngest and most sought-after on campus. It's a constant battle. I have to endure girls openly expressing their sexual fantasies about him on cafeteria tables while I sit just a few feet away. I have to deal with boys flirting with me, and I have to lie about a non-existent boyfriend—all while my actual boyfriend is exceedingly possessive and wants me around him always.

"Professor—" "Third problem." His fingers left me abruptly, and I whined at the loss. The sound of his belt unbuckling made my stomach flip. "You’re impatient." The zipper followed, the rustle of fabric. Then, thud. Something heavy landed on the desk beside my head. A book. "The Eros Discipline." His voice was a smirk. "Ever read it?" I shook my head, my cheeks flaming. "Pity." His hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back so I could see the cover—a woman bound in ropes, her body arched in submission. "It’s about a professor who re-educates his student. Sound familiar?"

I probably looked like I had just crawled out of a war zone. But what had me confused was the professor’s reaction. He looked...pleased? But why? Whatever that was, vanished a second later, leaving me even more puzzled. Now, I felt like I was imagining things all over again. Taking a deep breath and clearing my head, I approached him with a smile. "Here, Professor." I slid the books across his rich, dark-wood desk, sniffling more. He glanced at them, then back at me, and slowly reached out, pushing the top four books back toward me with a single tap of his index finger.

The professor walked in at exactly nine o'clock, set his briefcase on the desk, and reached into it for a stack of papers. "Good morning. Clear your desks, please. Notebooks away!" Around me, people were tucking away their last-minute notes with resigned acceptance. I closed my notebook and put it in my bag slowly, praying silently to God that the professor would ask questions from the first two chapters. The test paper landed on my desk, face down, and with gathering fear, I looked at it. At this point, I had to believe the universe was especially cruel to me. At least half of the questions on the paper were from the chapters I hadn't read. The test was twenty percent of the final grade, th

Walking into my first class, Ally pulls me by the hand to the front of the room where the professor is. “Professor Reins, this is Henlie Rhodes. She just transferred here yesterday.” Ally says as she presents me to the professor. “Ah yes, Miss Rhodes. I’ve been expecting you. You may go ahead and sit with Allison, and she will help you through the class.” Professor Reins says with a warm smile. He then turns and picks up some books off of his desk and hands them to me. “These are your books that you will need for this class. We are already in the middle of the school year so you will have to catch up. Not to worry, I will exempt you from past assignments. However you will have to do the read

As class began and the professor hobbled in, his snowy hair slicked across a balding head, the room descended into silence. I began to scribble notes, easily keeping up with the slow drone of the professor’s voice. He pulled up slide after slide of financial documents, running through what the tiny columns and the large numbers within meant. Towards the end, Delaney’s head popped up from her phone. Her eyes were wide, pupil’s swallowing the depths of her irises whole. “Oh, this is a good book.” She cooed, cradling her phone. “Goddess, why can’t men fuck like this in real life?”

He scolded, Adam laughed inwardly. "He doesn't know I had to gather a lot of courage to be able to open the door and he is here complaining." He scoffed silently. The professor removed his glasses... "I really don't want to punish you but since you came here on your own then you will have to read a little note of about 7 pages then you will leave." "Yes sir, where is the note?." Adam asked, looking excited. The professor opened a drawer and brought out a small text. "Here is a textbook of seventy pages, make sure you understand half of it." He instructed giving it to him.

Lila My head's a stupid mess. And not even my favourite novel, Bared to you opened right in front of me helps me out. I'm fucked. Totally. Completely. I squeeze my thighs tighter as I feel the build up of pressure growing worse. It's driving me insane. Just from the thought of one man. Professor Karl. As I read Eva and Gideon's fucking scene, he is all I can think of. Fucking me silly till I can't stand. I let out a moan from the dirty thoughts, slapping my mouth shut almost immediately. A calming breath falls off my lips when I realise I'm the only one in this section. And probably alone in the entire library. It's almost midnight and only a nerd like me stays in the library to live her dir