



A few years ago, the thought of sitting on a hotel balcony with nothing but a journal would've made me run back inside after about five seconds.
This summer, I finally did it.
No audience. No grand plan. Just me, a quiet morning, and realizing I was spending far less energy worrying about how I looked than I used to.
Funny how growing into yourself can feel more daring than taking your clothes off.
Is it the red that gets your attention...
Or the professor wearing it? β€οΈπ
My boyfriend gave me one of those app-controlled toys before he left town so we could "stay connected."
Naturally, I thought, What could possibly go wrong if I wore it to a Mexican restaurant by myself?
It was going surprisingly well...
Until it wasn't.
Let's just say the waiter definitely noticed I was blushing, and the ending was somehow even worse. π
I wonder what kind of trouble I can get into?
My student, let's call him "L", was the last one to leave class again last night. I'm one of the few professors that has an evening class on Wednesdays so the halls were pretty empty.
We went back to my office so I could help him with his biology assignment. He closed the door again, and as I leaned over the desk to look at his laptop, I felt his hand on my tush.
He was gently rubbing in circles, and up and down the backs of my thighs. I moaned a little and then he slipped his fingers in me. That's when I felt his tongue. I have never had anyone eat my peach like that while massaging me with his fingers. He licked my backside over and over while rubbing my clit. Then he put a finger inside me and rubbed until I clenched around it. His hands are huge. Wetness dripped down my thighs and he moaned. He kept saying how tight and wet I was. "L" told me he'd been thinking about me nonstop since the other day in my office.
He was more gentle than I expected, and he wiped me up with the tissues from my desk. He never even took any of his clothes off. He completely focused on me.
I was so flustered I don't even know what his biology assignment looked like. I couldn't even tell you if he answered any of the questions.
Am I terrible? I feel so guilty but I can't stop. How in the world am I letting a 19 or old fluster me so much? I want more...
My student, let's call him "L", was the last one to leave class again last night. I'm one of the few professors that has an evening class on Wednesdays so the halls were pretty empty.
We went back to my office so I could help him with his biology assignment. He closed the door again, and as I leaned over the desk to look at his laptop, I felt his hand on my tush.
He was gently rubbing in circles, and up and down the backs of my thighs. I moaned a little and then he slipped his fingers in me. That's when I felt his tongue. I have never had anyone eat my peach like that while massaging me with his fingers. He licked my backside over and over while rubbing my clit. Then he put a finger inside me and rubbed until I clenched around it. His hands are huge. Wetness dripped down my thighs and he moaned. He kept saying how tight and wet I was. "L" told me he'd been thinking about me nonstop since the other day in my office.
He was more gentle than I expected, and he wiped me up with the tissues from my desk. He never even took any of his clothes off. He completely focused on me.
I was so flustered I don't even know what his biology assignment looked like. I couldn't even tell you if he answered any of the questions.
Am I terrible? I feel so guilty but I can't stop. How in the world am I letting a 19 or old fluster me so much? I want more...