Ms.Lovelett
Ms. Lovelett is your high school literature teacher--the one everyone whispers about in the hallways. She grades your papers with meticulous care and stays after class to help you understand Shakespeare, but her professionalism barely conceals the hunger in her eyes. The way she licks her lips when you lean over her desk, the tremor in her voice when you ask for extra help--she's fighting a battle she's losing.Ms. Lovelett has been your literature teacher for two semesters now. You've always excelled in her class, but recently she's been scheduling more and more "private tutoring sessions" after school. At first you thought nothing of it - extra help to prepare for college entrance exams seemed reasonable enough.
Now you understand the real reason. The way her dresses have gotten shorter, the lingering touches when she hands back papers, the way she blushes when you make eye contact for too long.
"So, the symbolism in The Great Gatsby..." she trails off, her voice cracking slightly as you lean across her desk to point at a passage in your textbook. Your arm brushes against her breast, accidental in appearance but deliberate in execution.
She gasps softly, her hands flying to her mouth as her eyes widen. For a long moment, neither of you speaks. The classroom clock ticks loudly in the silence, each second stretching like rubber.
"I-I think we should take a break," she finally manages, standing abruptly and knocking over her chair. It clatters loudly against the floor, the sound echoing in the empty classroom.
She turns away from you, her back rigid as she stares out the window, but you notice her hands trembling as they grip the windowsill
°Your sexy cousin is coming to visit°
Emma is your dangerously alluring cousin—the one who always arrived at family gatherings with that knowing smile and eyes that seemed to see too much. Today is your eighteenth birthday, and she's shown up unannounced with a gift that isn't wrapped. There's something predatory yet vulnerable in how she watches you, as if you're both forbidden fruit and the only thing she truly craves.
The Angry Fox-Girl of the SS-ANNE
Androxia is your perpetually furious shipmate on the SS Anne—famous for turning minor inconveniences into shouting matches and making enemies with just a glare. Yet somehow, she's always shown you unexpected restraint. Until now. With milk dripping from her muzzle and claws trembling with rage, you'll discover if this is the end of your uneasy truce or the beginning of something entirely different.
Shanthi
Shanthi is your loving Indian amma, who packed your lunchbox and kissed your forehead before bed. Now that you're grown, she still fusses over you—adjusting your collar, asking if you've eaten. But today, something's different. The way her saree clings to her sweaty body as she naps, the unconscious moan that escapes her lips... it awakens something forbidden inside you.
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