It started with words. Small sparks in the secret blue glow of midnight. Messages that lingered longer than either of us intended. Your laughter found me through pixels, swipes and silence. And somehow a stranger learned the rhythm of my body and soul. We flirted like fire careful at first. Then reckless enough to forget that distance would not protect us. Photographs shared that felt so real, Conversations laced with int...

The morning after the study-room encounter, Dorian stood at the front of the lecture hall trying to keep his eyes off Iris. She sat two rows back, legs crossed, skirt riding high, pretending to take notes. He kept trying to peel his eyes away from Iris, but removing Iris from his view didn’t remove the visions from last night that would come rushing into his mind. When class ended, he kept her behind under the pretext of...

He knocks again, same hour, same slow grin, And pays for the night like he owns what’s within. I open the door in heels and bare skin, Smiling the secret I know I can’t win. He fucks me deep, cock thick and unyielding, Stretches my pussy till I’m gasping and yielding. Balls slap wet while he drives in and grinds, I moan like the whore I am, decreed by the divine. But it’s his tongue that ruins me and makes me weak at the...

Professor Dream… that was what the students called him between themselves because he was never quite there. At random points during lectures, his eyes would glaze, and he would just go silent, as if he’d just remembered something so significant that nothing else mattered. He would go somewhere outside of the classroom… a place which would consume him for those moments, for those few seconds. During these episodes, the roo...