teacher-student

Because that was the problem with society. It cared too much about who you fell in love with but never about why. The why matters.

Why the anchor?""Because sometimes, it's nice to feel like there's someone who can save you.

You feel pretty ,manly to me," I breathed out, all jelly-legged with half-mast eyes."And you feel like a woman worthy of a fight, Ms.Greene.

I think I like you," I muttered, pressing my face to his muscled torso in a hug. I felt his heartbeat under my ear."I think I like you back.

Yes, Mel. That's exactly why I left without explaining. Because I think about you before I think about myself. Always remember that, Little Ballerina. Always.

The teacher should be like the conductor in the orchestra, not the trainer in the circus.

She blinks up at me, eyes unfocused, and grooves crease her forehead. __here did you go, gorgeous girl?

I want you naked, sitting at my piano and rolling your hips like you__e fucking the notes.

Her back bows over the kitchen island, our empty plates rattling with the thrust of my hand. Two orgasms later, she stumbles into the living room to work on her homework, argument forgotten.

His pleasure is my pleasure.

His tongue fucks my mouth the way his cock fills my pussy. Deeply, urgently, and completely unrestrained.

I will gladly go to exhaustion waiting for him. Waiting for his discipline. Waiting for his affection. Waiting for the unknown.

Get out of your head._ He rotates his thumb and trails his tongue across my pliable lips. __et it all go.

She__ exactly the kind of woman I__ drawn to. A woman who flees when hunted and comes alive when she__ caught.

It__ universally known that the more forbidden something is, the more desirable it becomes. I feel this truth like a fist around my balls as I enter my classroom after lunch and find the forbidden object of my desire waiting for me.

Sex doesn__ have to conform to society__ standards to be sane. It doesn__ have to be slow and tender to be safe. And it doesn__ have to be free of leather cuffs to be consensual.

Henri held herself as if only her arms could keep her pieced together, and I saw that behind all her fake control__hrowing herself at a teacher, carving our dad out of her heart__as something fragile. I wish we__ seen it sooner__y dad and Mr. Flynn, they had a responsibility to see it, to do better. Those moments were my sister spinning out.

Henri held herself as if only her arms could keep her pieced together, and I saw that behind all her fake control__hrowing herself at a teacher, carving our dad out of her heart__as something fragile. I wish we__ seen it sooner__y dad and Mr. Flynn, they had a responsibility to see it, to do better. Those moments were my sister spinning out._