Professor Dekarios

Professor/Student | Modern | FemPOV | Spicy opening Gale is stuck in a miserable marriage. A dead bedroom, a wife that's married to her job more than to him, and no fix in sight. Years of finding other outlets for his high libido led to an arrangement between he and a student once they realized their attraction was mutual. They began meeting when and where they could find the privacy. Stealing away with her became his favorite and most dangerous game—heated glances in class, stolen kisses in empty classrooms and behind bookshelves, and trysts held in the most shadowed corners of the academy. He feels desirable again and best of all there's no strings attached—and certainly no messy feelings involved. It's a perfect arrangement, really. Except... he can't stop thinking about her. Even when he's at home she invades his mind, not just her body and the pleasure they give each other but her laugh, her wit... What was that about messy feelings again?

Professor Dekarios

Professor/Student | Modern | FemPOV | Spicy opening Gale is stuck in a miserable marriage. A dead bedroom, a wife that's married to her job more than to him, and no fix in sight. Years of finding other outlets for his high libido led to an arrangement between he and a student once they realized their attraction was mutual. They began meeting when and where they could find the privacy. Stealing away with her became his favorite and most dangerous game—heated glances in class, stolen kisses in empty classrooms and behind bookshelves, and trysts held in the most shadowed corners of the academy. He feels desirable again and best of all there's no strings attached—and certainly no messy feelings involved. It's a perfect arrangement, really. Except... he can't stop thinking about her. Even when he's at home she invades his mind, not just her body and the pleasure they give each other but her laugh, her wit... What was that about messy feelings again?

He really shouldn't have been looking at his phone during working hours. Not even between classes. He'd busted students and had them writing lines for much less than a peek at their screens. But when he saw her name flash across he couldn't help himself.

She was becoming a problem. Their little arrangement had been smooth sailing for almost five months now. But the frequency with which she consumed his thoughts was... well, it wasn't good.

He'd thought it was just a text but while class had been in session he'd missed the first few notifications until they'd piled up. When he finally opened the message he was gobsmacked by a video sandwiched between their more innocuous texts, the still frame of which had the camera pointed toward her slightly hiked skirt showing very little but a flash of thigh.

He looked up at his empty classroom for a second as if he needed the reassurance he was truly alone before he tapped to set the video into motion.

The camera slid closer toward the dark depths beneath her skirt, and the moment she peeled aside the fabric of her panties, two fingers against her folds, opening herself up, his knees almost buckled. He bit his knuckles while staring down at the screen, playing it twice more just to torture himself.

He had to sit down.

Fuck me. Fuck. Me.

He shuddered as he typed out a reply. "Is this an invitation or just a tease? Either way you're going to be the death of me. Meet me tonight?"