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As I stepped into the lecture hall, I felt a familiar tingle begin to develop between my thighs. I had at all times had a crush on my school professor, Dr. Adams, but I never expected anything to come of it.

He was tall, dark and handsome with chiseled features, broad shoulders, and deep-set brown eyes. He exuded confidence and intelligence, and the way he spoke at all times left me mesmerized.

I was a hard-working student, but I had a tendency to daydream during lectures, especially when Dr. Adams was speaking. But as much as I tried to keep my thoughts strictly academic, my mind kept wandering to the forbidden thoughts that I had about him.

I knew that it was wrong to feel this way, especially since he was my professor. But I couldn’t help myself. Every time he walked into the room, I felt a rush of excitement, a stirring in my loins that I just couldn’t ignore.

So when Dr. Adams asked me to come to his office after class one day, I was both nervous and excited. I had no idea what he wanted to talk about, but the wondered of being alone with him was too tantalizing to ignore.

I made my way to his office, taking deep breaths to steady my nerves. As I entered, I was greeted by the sight of Dr. Adams sitting behind his desk, looking every bit as handsome as at all times.

“Please take a seat,” he said, gesturing towards the chair in front of his desk.

I sat down, feeling the weight of his gaze on me as he studied me intently.

“You know, Ms. Parker, I’ve noticed that you seem to be having some trouble focusing in class,” he said, his voice low and smooth.

“I know, I’m sorry,” I said quickly, feeling a flush begin to creep up my neck.

“It’s not a problem, really,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “In fact, I was hoping that we could talk about your recent paper.”

My heart skipped a beat. I had put a lot of effort into that paper, and I was worried that he might have found fault with it.

“There were some areas that I thought could use some improvement,” he continued, studying me with those piercing eyes of his. “But overall, I was quite impressed. You have a real talent for writing, Ms. Parker.”

I felt a surge of pride and relief. “Thank you, Dr. Adams,” I said, feeling a smile begin to spread across my face.

“But I also noticed something else,” he said, his voice dropping even lower. “Something that I’m not sure how to address.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, suddenly feeling a knot of anxiety in my stomach.

“I’ve noticed that you seem to be somewhat distracted in class,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’ve caught you staring at me more than once, Ms. Parker.”

I felt my cheeks start to burn at the mention of my inappropriate behavior. “I’m sorry, Dr. Adams,” I said quickly. “I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.”

“It’s not disrespectful, per se,” he said, his voice silky smooth. “But it could be seen as…inappropriate.”

I felt a lump form in my throat as I realized where this was going. “Dr. Adams, I swear I didn’t mean anything by it,” I said, trying to sound contrite. “It’s just that…well, I find you very attractive.”

He studied me for a moment, his expression unreadable. And then, seemingly without warning, he stood up and walked around his desk until he was standing directly in front of me.

“I find you attractive too, Ms. Parker,” he said, his voice low and intense. “In fact, I’ve been wanting to do this for a very long time.”

And with that, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.

At first, I was too stunned to respond. But as the shock wore off, I started to kiss him back, letting my fingers tangle in his thick, dark hair.

We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, our tongues dancing together in a passionate dance. I could feel myself growing wet with desire, and I knew that I was about to cross a taboo line that could never be uncrossed.

But I didn’t care. All I could think about was Dr. Adams, his strong hands on my body, his lips on my skin.

As he pulled away from me, I felt a sense of disappointment wash over me. But then he spoke, his voice husky with desire.

“Come with me,” he said, taking me by the hand and leading me towards his private bathroom.

Once inside, he locked the door and turned to face me, his eyes filled with lust.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he said, pulling me close and kissing me again, his hands all over my body.

I felt a wild abandon take hold of me as I gave myself over to my darkest desires. Dr. Adams was everything that I had ever wanted, and I couldn’t withstand him even if I wanted to.

As we stripped off our clothes, I felt a sense of urgency wash over me. I needed him, right here and right now.

And as he took me, his strong body pinning me against the wall, I knew that there was no going back. I had been seduced by my school professor, and there was no turning back from this taboo temptation and forbidden passion.
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