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Myra had to slap her hand over her mouth to hold back her laughter. “Contour baby, Contour.” “That is what I said,” Nova said, beginning to get frustrated. The Professor lowered on one knee, “Con-tour.” “Con-tour.” “There.” The Professor said, pleased. “Blind Contour Drawing.” “Blind Tonto Drawing.” Nova said with conviction, and if Myra had a drink in her mouth she would have spat it out. Professor Cal nodded in resignation, “You got it baby.” His eyes traveled to her as he stood up, and her breath hitched unintentionally. What was it with those amber eyes?

my college professor at my freshman year. I took another sip of my drink and continue reading my Kindle. All of these toxic romantic novels, I should really stop reading them. But I can't, somehow they're my guilty pleasure. Sometimes I think that I'm a masochist who likes to torture myself with the idea of the impossible. Being a romantic suck!

That was when I noticed it—something dark near the edge of the field, half submerged where the pond crept in like a lazy boundary that no one respected. A book. And beside it—thin-framed glasses. Her glasses. I walked toward it without thinking. The closer I got, the louder my wolf stirred, pacing in my head like it had been locked up too long. I bent down and picked up the book first. On My Professor’s Bed. I read the title out loud, my voice low, almost disbelieving. That didn’t match her at all. Not her nerdy appearance.Not the way she avoided eye contact. Not the way she flinched when anyone raised their voice. That title belonged to a reckless girl. A bold one. Not someone who apologize

Sally definitely couldn't say that out loud, Sally thought. So she said something else Oh my God! Did you read all of these?" Sally picked up a copy of the latest Michael Chabon novel nearby. "Yeah. Got to, you know. A professor once told me that you have to read a hundred pages for each one you'll write. I think the old buzzard was onto something there." Terry opened the box and pulled out some of the contents wrapped in plastic. He held it in his hand and tried to balance it on top of the computer on his desk.

This book is written from a first-person point of view. “Happy?” I mimic as she read the teacher’s dialogue while I’m standing naked in front of her. She looks down at my cock a few times with a wicked smile on her lips. “Yes, now, it’s your turn, Love.” She gives me back the book. I open the book while smirking at her. “There you go, wife.” I glance down, my eyes land on the first paragraph. “Fuck!” Since she chooses the page, it lands on the scene that the professor is shaving her legs for her date. She wants me to take a razor and do it in front of her—not just by mimicking while she’s reading.

The inside of the vehicle was hot because of the heater and he was suffocating with all the clothes he had to wear to cover himself. He arrived at the literature faculty and headed to the auditorium. The professor was talking about one of the most popular works in England. Pride and Prejudice. Jane Austen was one of his favourite authors because she wasn't afraid to write and describe things as she saw them in real life. He smiled because he knew everything the professor was saying. After all, he had already read all her books, maybe twice or more. In order not to waste time, he opened his book; The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe.

“How does it feel to go from professor to p**n king overnight?” Lecturing? Dead and buried. I’m richer than I ever dreamed, living like a god, and every time I step out in public, girls drop to their knees just to get a taste of the famous 12-inch Professor's dick.

he coos. I turn and glare at his idiotic face with his stupid-looking buzz cut as I take my seat. He raises an eyebrow daring me to do something. So I do, I pull out my notebook, open it, pull it up to eye level, and hide my face inside it. Professor Davis, continues to explain the expectations of the class, her voice a soothing balm on my frayed senses. I start to relax as I listen to the rhythmic cadence of her sentences and how her vowels are rounded, not sharp, as she speaks, as if English might be her third or fourth language and the one she spoke first involved sounds that looped at the end. She uses eloquent adjectives when simple ones will work, adding a touch of class while also mak

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"Not to read now. " Hey!" " You can start reading tomorrow. Now I think we have more interesting things to do. - He says, and his lips curve in an evil smile. I join in the fun and wear my nymphet girl cape, diving into the provocation. " Is it, professor? More interesting than reading your favorite books?" " A lot more."