LOGINElenaA few days later, I found myself standing outside Professor Dante’s office again, even though I had promised myself I would stay away. I told myself it was only for extra help on my essay. Nothing more. My hands shook as I knocked on the door.“Come in, Elena.”The office was dimly lit once again. Only the desk lamp glowed softly. Professor Dante sat behind his desk in a black button-up shirt, looking powerful and calm. The moment I stepped inside, his eyes locked on me with that same dark intensity.“Close the door,” he said quietly. “Lock it.”I obeyed, my heart pounding. “I brought the revised essay, Professor. I tried to fix the parts you mentioned.”He stood up slowly and walked around the desk. “Good. But we both know why you’re really here tonight.”I backed up until I hit the edge of his desk. “I… I just need help with my grade. That’s all.”He stepped closer, towering over me. His hand came up and gently tilted my chin so I had to look into his eyes. “You’ve been avoidi
ElenaThe rain was already pouring when I arrived at Professor Dante’s office the next evening. The hallway was dark and empty. Only a few lights remained on in the entire building. I knocked softly on his door, my heart beating fast.“Come in, Elena.”I stepped inside. The office was dimly lit by a desk lamp and the soft glow from his computer screen. Professor Dante sat behind his desk in a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up. He looked even more commanding in the low light.“Close the door,” he said, his deep voice smooth. “And lock it. We don’t want any interruptions.”I locked the door with trembling fingers and sat down across from him. “I rewrote the essay like you asked, Professor. I tried to focus more on illusion versus reality.”“Good girl,” he murmured. Those two words sent warmth through my body. He took my new essay and started reading it line by line. “Let’s go through this together.”For the next twenty minutes we discussed every paragraph. His voice was deep and pati
Elena I stood outside Professor Dante’s office door, clutching my essay with sweaty hands. My heart was beating so fast I could hear it in my ears. I had never gotten a low grade before, especially not in Literature. Taking a deep breath, I knocked softly.“Come in.”I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Professor Dante sat behind his large wooden desk, looking as intense as always. He was thirty-eight, tall and broad-shouldered, with sharp features and dark eyes that always seemed to see everything. His white dress shirt stretched nicely across his chest, and the sleeves were rolled up to show strong forearms.“Miss Elena,” he said, his deep voice smooth and commanding. “You’re here about your essay, I assume. Sit down.”I sat in the chair across from him, my legs feeling weak. “Yes, Professor. I got a C-minus. I don’t understand why. I worked really hard on it.”He leaned back in his chair and picked up my paper, flipping through the pages. “You did work hard. That’s clear. Bu
LIORAThe next morning Camara insisted on escorting Cassian to the airport. She thought he was flying out right after the big game weekend. I went along with them to say goodbye. My heart was beating fast the whole drive. Cassian kept catching my eye in the mirror and giving me small smiles.At the airport Camara hugged him tight. "Safe flight, big brother. Text me when you land."I hugged him too, trying to act normal. "Bye, Cassian. It was fun having you here," I said.As soon as Camara and I drove away, my phone buzzed. It was a text from him. "Hotel room booked. Come to me, baby. I need more time with you." He sent the address right after.I smiled and quickly thought of an excuse. "Camara, I just remembered I promised to help my classmate with notes for a big project. She is waiting at the coffee shop near campus. Can you drop me there?"Camara shrugged. "Sure, no problem. Have fun with your project."She dropped me off, and I waited until her car disappeared. Then I took a quick
LIORAThat night, I l got back to the apartment laye. Camara had fallen asleep early in her room down the hall. Her door was closed and the apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge. My body still remembered every second from the library earlier. I felt sore in the best way but I wanted Cassian again so badly. The tension between us had only grown stronger.We sat on the couch in the living room pretending to watch something on TV with the volume low. Cassian kept glancing at me. His hand rested on my thigh under the blanket." Are you thinking about earlier too?" he whispered." Yes," I whispered back. " I can't stop. The way you fucked me on that table... I keep feeling it."He smiled and leaned closer. " Good. Because I want you again right now Liora. But we have to be really quiet. Camara is right there."I nodded and bit my lip. My pussy was already getting wet just from his words. We turned off the TV and moved closer together on the couch. He kissed me softly at
LIORAThe next afternoon I met Cassian at the library like we planned. My body still felt sensitive from what we did in his car the night before. Every time I thought about his hands on me I got wet again. We had texted a few times during the day but we kept it simple in case Camara saw my phone. Now here we were on the top floor in a private study room. The door had a lock and no windows looked inside. It felt safe enough.I sat at the table with my notebook open. " Okay so these notes from class," I started. My voice sounded shaky.Cassian did not even pretend to care about the notes. He stood up and locked the door with a quiet click. The sound made my heart jump. He walked over to me and pulled me up from my chair. His mouth crashed into mine right away. This kiss was desperate and hungry. We had waited too long already." Fuck Liora I need you," he said against my lips. His hands grabbed my hips and lifted me onto the table like I weighed nothing. Papers and books fell to the flo
Her dorm room is dark except for the string of cheap Christmas lights taped above the headboard, casting red and green flecks across her naked skin.Elara is already trembling, thighs spread wide on the narrow mattress, knees bent, feet flat against the sheets. Two fingers are buried deep inside he
The summer sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the suburban neighborhood as Michael loaded the last of his boxes into the trunk of his beat-up sedan. College loomed just a few hours away, a new chapter that both excited and terrified him. But before he could drive off into that un
Michael's POVRosella's body has been on my mind since the day she stepped foot into our home.Everything about her is like a fucking magnet and I can't help but get attracted to her in every way.Empty bottles of lubes, packet of condoms and boxes of tissues are stacked up in my bedroom because of
I keep my eyes closed and let my cousin kiss me again. The sweet taste of my wet labia is just an aftertaste now, but the kiss makes me even wetter.Michael pulls away and unbuttons my pajama top, button by button, until my heavy breasts are fully exposed."It's even better naked... Cousin, I can't







