She reminded herself of this whenever the urge became overpowering. Oh, she wanted to forget him more than anything. But the harder she fought it, the more it would swallow her. These are familiar facts; this is a classic tale. <\/span><\/p>\n From the moment she met him, he occupied the foggy spaces in her scattered brain. This kind of primal fixation was rare for her, and as much as she wanted to escape it, she deeply wanted to grab hold of it. He was inescapably magnetic. She eased her tense frustration by surrendering; this was the only way to ease it. <\/span><\/p>\n Each time after seeing him, she\u2019d go home and masturbate for hours, growing wetter by the memory of his strong, tall physique, his deep, seductive voice, his admirable intelligence and poise. She melted into her snug satin sheets, hot and heavy by the possibility of simply brushing up against him. <\/span><\/p>\n She wondered endlessly; did he ever think about her? Did she ever appear in his dreams, his forbidden fantasies\u2013even for a moment? She desperately wanted to crack his secrets, to access the visuals percolating in his mind. She yearned for his confession to be the same as hers.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n She stood facing her bedroom mirror, adjusting her gold necklace and shifting her hips side to side. She unbuttoned her white collared shirt. She left the top three buttons open, right where her boobs split. It was subtle. She played with her breasts for a moment before hearing a knock on the door. <\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYou don\u2019t have to knock,\u201d she called out. She had given him the keys last week and gave him permission to burst in whenever he wanted. \u201cI was just being polite,\u201d he responded. <\/span><\/p>\n He walked up behind her, sliding his hands up her plaid mini skirt and grabbing her petite, round ass cheeks. The oceanic scent of his cologne dominated the room and made her pussy drip. It smelled confident and masculine, like him. He stroked her thighs delicately. Absolute heaven. <\/span><\/p>\n He stuck her fingers in her mouth before teasing them through her red silky underwear. She salivated. As she moaned, he put one hand over her mouth. \u201cThis is our secret,\u201d he whispered in her ear, making her moan even louder. His other hand was already soaking from how wet she was. He watched her in the mirror as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. His hands stabilized her hips as she shook uncontrollably. \u201cUh, uh, uhhhhhhhh,\u201d her body throbbed and released.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n The burning longing washed over her as she stared at the imaginary space he filled in the mirror. She exchanged her soaked silk underwear for a fresh pair, erasing the silhouette of him that had brought her to orgasm. She looked down at her watch. \u201cFuck.\u201d 4:30. It was getting late. She grabbed her bag and bolted out of her apartment. This frantic pace felt fitting for her final day of college classes.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Face flushed and hair disheveled, she knocked on her Professor\u2019s door.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re late,\u201d he opened the door, his eyes quickly glazing across her unbuttoned top. He looked slick and sexy, wearing a clean white V-neck tee and dark jeans. She wasn\u2019t used to seeing him dressed so casually. He reeked of sex appeal.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry. I lost track of time,\u201d she cleared her throat. Her back to him, she bent down slowly, carefully putting her bag down.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYou did excellent work this semester. Very stimulating arguments,\u201d he told her, sending instant tingles down her spine.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n They shared a moment of silence as he shoveled through his papers. She was glued to his warm brown eyes that melted the pent-up tension tightening her arms and legs.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n He handed her back a few papers he had graded. There was a small stain of red wine on a page\u2019s corner. She imagined him at home, grading her papers, sipping Malbec. A wave of ecstasy hit her at the thought of dominating his consciousness for several minutes. Were they together when they were apart?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI enjoyed reading your final critiques. I hadn\u2019t considered that perspective quite like that,\u201d he observed, staring into her puppy dog eyes. She let out a slow breath, bewitched by his charismatic smile, the tattoos on his upper arms, and the titillatingly specific comments he made about her work. Maybe he thought of her differently than the others. Maybe she was special.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThank you,\u201d she said shyly. Inside she was beaming, but she refused to show him the extent of it.<\/span><\/p>\n They talked for several more minutes; she wanted to drag out their conversation as long as possible. He was interested in her summer plans, her career aspirations. His interest fueled her desire for him. She was always sucked in, but this kind of attention cracked something and made her insides scream even louder.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s next?\u201d he said. She then imagined him undoing another button. \u201cHow\u2019s this?\u201d he\u2019d ask, then throw her down to the floor, stripping off all of her clothing. She\u2019d undo the belt on his jeans and stroke his thick cock. She loved blow jobs, especially deep throating. She\u2019d put it in her mouth, letting it choke her before salivating all over it. \u201cGood girl,\u201d he\u2019d say.<\/span><\/p>\n Another student knocked on the door, cueing them it was time, and knocking her out of this glorious daydream. She felt a surge of disappointment whenever leaving his office. This was her last time seeing him; the emptiness hit her especially hard.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n She couldn\u2019t bear to wait, so she immediately went to the bathroom to masturbate. Inside the stall, she teased herself through her underwear. Hand over her mouth, she squirted so much, and so quickly, she had to throw her panties in her bag. The floor was wet. She pulled up the sheer tights under her mini skirt and fixed the mascara that ran from the heat of her expression.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n About ten steps outside the bathroom, a warm hand tapped her shoulder. She jumped.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cUh, you forgot these.\u201d It was her Professor. He hesitantly handed over some pens and highlighters she had dropped. It seemed unnecessary to return them; was this an invitation?<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOh\u2026\u201d she giggled. \u201cThanks.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Without thinking, she asked him, \u201cDo you want to get dinner sometime?\u201d She was surprised at her assertive move.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI really shouldn\u2019t be having dinner with students. Well, former students. But we can get coffee. Cafe Renton. Tuesday?\u201d He offered.<\/span><\/p>\n They shared a pot of green tea. Their conversation was vibrant; they talked about 70s films, art history, and the best museums in the city. A stranger across the room could\u2019ve taken note of their unquestionably natural chemistry.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWant to go to the bar next door for happy hour?\u201d He asked, signing the receipt, and breaking his own rules about drinks with former students.<\/span><\/p>\n They headed next door. It was early evening and snowing outside. She regretted not bringing a warm enough coat.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHere, take this,\u201d he handed her his gray coat. It smelled like the ocean cologne in her fantasies. She draped it over her shoulders, growing warm and cozy.<\/span><\/p>\n They walked over to their table, a quiet spot in the back of the bar. His stride was confident and relaxed. She crossed her legs as he sat down. Several inches apart, his presence already had her intoxicated.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cTwo martinis.\u201d he told the bartender.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n![\"lelo](\"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/enigma-double-sonic-lelo.jpg\")
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