Novel & Cerita Is Professor Dumbledore Gay

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.

He spoke but bit his lip in end trying to act seductive. Ferris frowned in confusion at the teacher behaviour whereas a suppressed smile formed on her mouth as realisation dawned upon her. The male teacher is gay and hot for her husband!!!

Professor snapes said with a smile as Gao Yu kept mute. “Anyway I called you for something, how did you learn the second verse of the ritual recitation?” Professor snapes asked. “I Don’t know, I found out I know it when you started reciting it” Gao Yu said nothing but the truth. “I see, you are really among the children involved in the ritual years ago, why must my little sister die though? Professor snapes said smiling as a drop of tear dropped down his eyes, his little sister has been among those affected by the ritual, she was the very last person he could call a close family, she was six when the ritual took place, he can still remember how the little girl shivered after reciting the rit

Just froze. Good. "Fortunately," I murmured darkly into his ear, "you won't get pregnant when I bend you over." His body locked up so tightly I could almost hear the snap of his nerves. He didn't move. Didn't breathe. But his heart,fuck, his heart was pounding like a war drum against my ribs. I almost laughed. Then, the question I’d been denying even to myself left his lips, trembling and unsure. "Professor Rex... are you... gay?"

Somehow due to constant stolen kisses from his potions and alchemy teacher, and even so, knowing that he was a friend of his mother, as well as her godfather, things got complicated, he couldn't distance himself, nor could he prevent that even during visits, nothing sinful, even during private lessons or just prolonged contact, they became the source of his secret passion. The bad thing was that he was his mother's age, the man said that if he still liked him, in these years, he would at least accept, even if secretly, he would keep him as an expert, he would teach him everything about sex, but this would have to be kept secret between them. Tempting her secret love, the man was tall, handso

The steamy air of the sauna enveloped Professor De as he cautiously entered the room, his eyes darting around the space filled with half-naked men relaxing on the wooden benches. De, a tall and lean man in his early thirties, was known for his intellect and handsome features, but he harbored a secret – he was a closeted gay man who longed to peek at the bulges of his fellow gym-goers.

She had not meant to be so vulgar but the memory had come to her so suddenly. “I would not say it like that,” the professor said, dipping a hand in his pocket. “Sex was a form of worship for those devotees.” He was staring in her eyes again now, and all the feelings that had taken backstage for the past few minutes came alive again. He produced a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and raised it to her face. She plucked a stick from the bunch, without breaking their gaze. The Professor slipped one out too, and raised a lighter between them.

she turned to me, even though I was hollowed out and blanked out, “he's Stephan King, Declan’s brother.” “Nice to meet you again, Imani.” The stranger, my professor, my step uncle stretched out his hand for a handshake, and I could only stare at the hand. This was the same hand that had held my waist to guide my movements as I rode him, that same hand that had hastily guided his length back into me when he slipped out. I was supposed to shake his hand, now that I knew he was my professor and step-uncle.

My laptop history was a testament to it—the endless tabs of dark erotica, the niche p**n sites, the stories that pushed boundaries most people wouldn’t even consider. Liam, bless his vanilla heart, had never understood it. He’d barely understood a missionary position on a Tuesday night. But Draco… Draco understood. He didn’t just understand; he fed it. He was a walking, breathing manifestation of every dark fantasy I’d ever scrolled through. And now he was my professor. The thought should have sent me running for the hills, transferring departments, changing my major. Instead, it made my clit twitch. My body, always so quick to betray me, was already anticipating the next encounter. The next

I looked over to the side and I saw most of my coursemates whispered something amongst themselves as most of the girls giggled. My eyes returned to the podium and when I did our eyes ran into the other. Killian wore a dark pants and a lilac top, the shirt covered the tatoos but from the way he was built and his look he was the perfect definition of an hot professor. My own step brother is the professor of the one class that I needed more than anything, how could this even be. Class ended with Killian paying little or no attention to me and right now I was standing just beside my hall as I rang my mom's phone for the fifth time.