Professor, Professor I Know iI´s Late, But Please Tell Me How To Change My Grade?

""Sir. are you implying that I… have sex with you?” she whispers in a low voice, hardly daring to finish the sentence. My insides are jubilant with joy."

I loosen my Trendhim tie, which is a modern classic, and move my filled glass of cognac to my mouth. I smell its natural aroma of caramel and fruit which feels pleasant in my nostrils. I take a sip of...

In And Out

"I’ve become a slut, thanks to you."

My backside hits the push bar, and we spill out into the alley, clinging together by our sloppily dancing tongues. This will be my bedroom with Quadzilla for the next five minutes (ten if I’m lucky). Only the truly depraved...