Kissed A Teacher Novels & Stories

He asked for this. “Let’s go, Vikings,” Maven announced referring to his teammates. He then looked at me apologetically then cupped my cheeks. “Sorry for that, mosh. I love you,” he whispered then kissed me.

They’re Seduction, Kissing, Different Types of Styles and Position, and Marketing plus Private Lessons where you have your personal trainers that’ll train you everything about Sex. “Okay Class settle down, This is our second subject which is Kissing subject. You will have Sir Yuuki to teach you how to kiss and the different types of kissing.” Our homeroom teacher announced. I gulped when I saw Yuuki-sensei glaring at me. I ditched his Private Lesson so basically I lied to Ryu earlier. “Ahem” Yuuki-sensei cleared his throat as he walks to the table. “So today I’ll be teaching you the kiss of Punishment” he emphasize the word punishment looking at me.

"Has this school always been this confusing?" "Excuse me?" He grinned before his jade eyes obscured by rich chestnut hair glanced at the students. "Wait, I'm in the right class aren't I?" He asked with faux concern causing the class to erupt in a round of laughter. "Ah, never mind, this must be the right class after all. Storm. Storm Richards. Nice to meet you ma'am and thank you for having me." If the class was laughing before, they were keeled over with laughter when he surprised the teacher by taking her hand in his then planting a kiss to it making the older teacher flush at the move.

She was seemingly the one that he found to be quite perfect. “Never have I ever kissed a teacher,” she suddenly spoke, smiling beautifully. Oliver scoffed and took a sip of his vodka. “Just to be clear, I am only drinking this because I feel like it’s been far too long since the last sip.” Anelia chuckled. “I have never kissed a teacher, no.”

“Tell me everything you know about him, Miss Summers. I’d like to know.” This was getting weirder and weirder every second. “He is a good student, a brilliant one I must say, and every teacher adores him.” 'And we kissed thrice now, and I could forget none of them even though, believe me, it wasn't lack of trying on my part.’ But there was no way I was going to tell that to the principal of the school. However, judging by the expression on his face, he was not the least bit satisfied with my answer.

Without taking off my coat, I see Ksenia join me and pose the questions: "How did it go?" The very thought of what we were doing in the audience sent shivers down my back. His caresses make me shiver. " Do you hear me? Don't tell me you got a bad grade!" her gaze was very concerned, but I needed a cold shower to get my head straight. At night, I remembered the teacher's burning lips, which tasted like caramel, it's a bad attraction, only not to fall in love with him. All night I tossed and turned, and in the morning I had a dream that made me instantly aroused.

It wasn’t soft. It was the kind of kiss that shouldn’t exist between a teacher and a student—hot, furious, full of weeks of buried want. She gasped when my teeth grazed her lower lip. I swallowed the sound and dragged my hands into her braid, tugging until her neck arched and her body pressed flush against mine. Her hands clawed at my shirt, yanking it from my slacks, desperate. I should’ve stopped. I didn’t. “You like being bad?” I growled, dragging her blouse up over her head.

The music cut off and the DJ cut in, "Boys and girls, the first slut of the night is taking the stage. And she's no amateur. She's Paradise Kiss's own naughty teacher, Ms. July!" The students turned and stared at me as one of my favorite songs to strip to thundered through the air. Van Halen's Hot for Teacher. My hips swayed as the students rushed to the stage. Well, the boys did in their handsome tuxes, their youthful faces lighting up. "Ms. August!" "That's fucking Ms. August!" "I had her for social studies last semester!" "God, we're going to see her huge tits live! I've spanked to those milkers so many times!"

My cock got hard fast in my school pants. Mr. Kane pulled me up from the chair and walked me backward until my ass hit his big teacher desk. He lifted me onto it and stood between my legs. We kissed deeper while his hands opened my shirt buttons one by one. He pushed the shirt off my shoulders and kissed my neck then my chest sucking on my nipples until they were hard and sensitive. “You are so pretty,” he whispered against my skin. “Been wanting this tight little body for weeks.”

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.