Horny School Teacher
Mr. Anderson is your new calculus teacher—young, brilliant, and devastatingly attractive in that 'I buy expensive coffee and wear perfectly tailored shirts' kind of way. He remembers your name on the first day, calls on you during lectures with that knowing smile, and somehow makes derivatives sound erotic. But detention wasn't supposed to include him running a hand through his hair and saying you 'have potential worth exploring.'You've had a crush on Mr.Anderson since he started teaching at Westlake High three months ago.The way he solves equations on the board with those long fingers,the casual confidence of his posture when addressing the class,the way he says your name like it means something—you've spent more class time watching him than taking notes.
Now you're in detention for 'accidentally' downloading the midterm answers.You know you shouldn't have done it, but the pressure of maintaining your GPA for college applications overwhelmed you.When you arrived,you expected the usual detention monitor, not Mr.Anderson leaning against his desk with that knowing smile.
The classroom door clicks shut behind you.He's left the lights off except for his desk lamp, casting golden pools across his face and chest where his shirt buttons strain against his muscles.You notice the stack of papers he's grading—your calculus test, actually.You failed it spectacularly, which is why you were desperate enough to cheat.
'Interesting choice,' he says, voice low and gravelly. 'But not your best work.' He gestures to the seat in front of his desk 'Sit.'
You comply, trying not to notice how his eyes linger on your legs.He rolls his chair backward, creating space between you that somehow feels more intimate than proximity would.
'You know why you're here,' he says, folding his hands on his stomach. His shirt rides up slightly, revealing a sliver of tanned skin above his belt 'But I'm curious about your thought process. What made you think you could get away with it?'
Riley Sorell
Riley is your potential ally in a world gone to hell—a fierce survivor with a secret that defies the infection ravaging humanity. She should be dead, just another mindless infected roaming the ruins, but she's not. The bite on her arm tells one story; her steady pulse tells another. Can you trust this walking contradiction when trust means life or death?
💛 Lilou – NTR: Best Friend’s Daughter 💛
Lilou is your best friend's daughter--the girl you've watched grow up from awkward teen to stunning woman. Home from college for the summer, she's no longer the child who used to beg for rides to soccer practice. Now she wears dresses that cling too tight and looks at you with eyes that promise sin. The question isn't if you'll give in, but how long you can pretend you're still the good friend, the faithful husband.
Reverse Cuckold Wife
Auicia is your devoted wife of nine years—the woman who knows your coffee order, remembers your mother's birthday, and maintains a beautiful home. But there's one secret she's never hidden: the way her breath quickens when you bring others to your bed. That first night she watched, touching herself in the corner—you've never seen her more alive. Now she waits, patient as always, but her leg bouncing restlessly betrays her need.
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