Mag-log inHarper's POVI stepped off the bus onto campus on resumption morning, my bag slung over my shoulder, the weight of the weekend still heavy on my body. The air was crisp, the sun just starting to warm the quad, and for a second everything felt normal.Students were walking to class, laughing, checking their phones. I pulled my hoodie a little tighter around me, trying to shake off the lingering soreness between my legs and the faint marks on my neck that I had tried to cover with makeup. The weekend at his apartment had been everything — passionate, tender, real. I had fallen even deeper in love with him, and for those few days it felt like the world couldn’t touch us.But as I walked toward the humanities building, I noticed the stares. Phones were out. Whispers followed me. Someone laughed as I passed. My stomach dropped. I pulled out my phone and opened social media.We were trending."#ProfessorStudentAffair" was everywhere. Photos of us leaving his apartment together. Blurry shots
Harper's POVI was still standing in the kitchen in his shirt when I heard the front door open. My heart jumped. I had spent the last twenty minutes trying to calm down after Vivian left, but my hands were still shaking as I stirred the pasta one more time. The sauce smelled good, but my appetite was gone. I turned toward the living room just as he walked in, briefcase in hand, looking tired from his long day. When his eyes landed on me his expression softened immediately, the exhaustion giving way to something warmer.“Harper,” he said, voice low and relieved. He set his bag down and walked straight to me, pulling me into his arms without hesitation. I buried my face in his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the day’s work. His hands rubbed slow circles on my back, holding me close. “I missed you today. How was your day?”I held onto him tighter for a moment, letting myself feel safe in his arms before I pulled back enough to look at him. “It was okay un
Harper's POVIt had been a few weeks since that awful day I walked in on Vivian almost kissing him. The days after that had been hard. I had ignored his calls and messages for almost two full days, needing the space to sit with my feelings. I loved him. I was in love with him in a way that felt deep and real, not just the thrill of something forbidden. But seeing him with her had made me question everything. It had hurt more than I expected.When I finally answered one of his calls, we talked for a long time. He explained everything about Vivian, how they had broken up three years ago because she wanted a different life, how he hadn’t thought about her in years until she showed up. He sounded genuine. Tired. Worried about me.We met at his apartment that night and talked for hours, sitting on his couch with his arm around me. I cried again. He held me. We didn’t have sex that night. We just held each other and talked about how scared we both were but how much we wanted to try.Since t
Harper's POVI woke up the next morning before my alarm, eyes swollen and gritty from crying most of the night. The dorm room was still dark, my roommate breathing evenly in the bed across from me. I lay there for a long time staring at the ceiling, the ache in my chest feeling heavier than it had when I finally fell asleep. My phone was still turned off on the nightstand. I didn’t have the courage to turn it on yet. I knew there would be messages from him, explanations, pleas to talk, and I wasn’t ready to face any of it.The realization from last night kept hitting me again and again. I was in love with Dr. Elias Kane. Not just attracted to him. Not just caught up in the thrill of something forbidden. I was in love with the way he listened to me like my thoughts actually mattered. I was in love with how safe I felt when his arms were around me. I was in love with the quiet way he said my name like it was something precious. And right now that love hurt so much it felt like it was ca
Dr. Kane’s POV I paced the living room of my apartment for the tenth time, phone in hand, staring at the screen like it might magically change. No new messages from Harper. No calls. Nothing since she had walked in on Vivian and me yesterday. I had texted her multiple times, called twice, left a voicemail explaining that Vivian was my ex-fiancée and that nothing had happened. Silence. Complete silence. The guilt was eating me alive. I kept replaying the look on her face when she opened the door — the shock, the hurt, the way she had backed out like she’d been slapped. Harper was only twenty. She was my student. And I had let things go this far knowing exactly how dangerous it was. Now she was probably sitting in her dorm thinking I had been kissing my ex behind her back. The thought made my chest feel tight. I had told Vivian to leave yesterday. Right after Harper ran out. I had been firm, almost cold. “Vivian, this isn’t a good time. I have work to do. You should go.” She had look
Harper’s POV I woke up the next morning with my eyes swollen and my throat raw from crying. The pillow was still damp in places. For a few seconds I just lay there staring at the ceiling, hoping the heavy feeling in my chest would ease if I stayed perfectly still. It didn’t. The image of Vivian leaning in to kiss Dr. Kane kept replaying behind my eyes like a loop I couldn’t pause. Her hand on his chest. Their faces so close. The way he hadn’t pulled away immediately. I rolled over and reached for my phone. It was still turned off. I held it in my hand for a long time, thumb hovering over the power button, before setting it back down. I wasn’t ready to see his messages. I wasn’t ready to hear whatever explanation he might have. Because no matter what he said, the truth was that she had walked into his office like she belonged there. Like she had history with him. Like she fit in his world in a way I never could. I forced myself out of bed and went through the motions. Shower. Breakf
Kevin’s POVI was in the driveway finishing up a set of shoulder presses when I saw Charles walking over from next door. The sun was beating down and sweat was running down my back. I racked the barbell and grabbed my towel, wiping my face as he approached with that usual friendly smile he always h
NELSON.Nelly’s eyes flew wide open the second she heard Nurse Pat’s voice through the door. Her pussy was still clamped tight around my three thick fingers, twitching and gushing. Her own soaked panties were stuffed in her mouth, muffling the desperate moan that tried to escape when I curled my fi
NELSON.Jamal and I left Nate in exam room 2 with Nurse Gloria. The second the door closed behind them I turned and walked straight up to Nelly at the front station. She was pretending to look at some papers but I could see her breathing faster already.“Hey,” I said casually. “My lip still hurts a
NELSON.Nelly was still shaking from her last orgasm, her pussy fluttering and squeezing around my cock like it didn’t want to let go. I kept grinding deep into her, slow and heavy, letting her feel every thick inch stretching her out. Her massive tits were shiny with sweat and spit, bouncing softl







