As a Femme Fatale, I was used to getting what I wanted. Men fell at my feet and women idolized me. But there was one person I couldn’t withstand: my professor.
He was clever, sophisticated, and ruggedly handsome. His accent, the way he rambled about philosophy, it all made me weak in the knees. I knew it was wrong, but the chemistry between us was undeniable.
One evening after our seminar, he invited me back to his office. We both knew what was about to happen, but we couldn’t withstand. With one hand on his desk, and the other holding onto his shoulder, I kissed him deeply. His lips were soft, yet firm, and I was completely lost in the moment.
He lifted me onto his desk, his hands roaming over my body. His mouth moved down to my neck, nibbling on my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. I moaned softly, his touch igniting a fire within me.
He slipped his hand down between my legs, which were now open, my body begging for him. His fingers found my center and he began to caress me. Slowly at first, teasing me with his touch until I begged him for more.
He lifted me up and turned me around, so I was facing away from him. He pushed my skirt up and bent me over his desk. I could feel the cool wood against my skin as he penetrated me from behind. His deep guttural moans was the only sound in the room.
As he moved inside me, he whispered how much he loved me, how he wanted to be with me forever. I couldn’t help but feel the same way. I knew it was forbidden, but I was eager to risk everything for him.
Eventually, we came together, both of us lost in the moment. As we lay there, he held me close, promising that no one would ever figure out. It was our little secret, a forbidden love affair that would never end.
