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As a shy and introverted student, I had at all times found solace in books and academics. But everything changed when I met Professor Mark, my literature professor, on the first day of my senior year in school. He was tall, muscular, and had a chiseled jawline that made my heart skip a beat. His piercing blue eyes and deep baritone voice made me weak in the knees.

I at all times had a secret crush on him but never dared to act on my feelings until he approached me after class one day. He complimented me on my work and asked me to stay back for a discussion. As we sat across from each other, discussing everything from Shakespeare to Hemingway, I could feel the tension between us building.

Professor Mark leaned in close and whispered, “You know, you have a brilliant mind. I could see myself getting lost in your thoughts.”

My cheeks flushed and my heart raced as I felt his breath on my neck. I couldn’t withstand his charm any longer. I leaned in and kissed him passionately. His lips were soft yet firm, and his hands roamed over my body as I moaned with pleasure.

In the days that followed, our connection grew stronger. We spent countless hours discussing literature, but also exploring our deepest desires. Professor Mark was a master at fulfilling my every fantasy, from exploring my body in new methods to pushing me to experiment with BDSM.

Our affair was kept secret, but I couldn’t withstand telling my closest friends. They were shocked at first, but soon came to figure out why I was so drawn to him. They even started envying me for having an affair with such a skilled and passionate lover.

Our physical attraction was undeniable, but it was his mind that captured my heart. Professor Mark was everything I wanted in a partner, both intellectually and physically. We continued our affair throughout my senior year, until I graduated and had to say goodbye to him. But our connection still lingers in my memory, and I’ll at all times cherish the time I spent with The Lustful Professor.
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