WAP I take him into my mouth. He fills the entirety of my cheeks and I feel my mouth stretch to accommodate his thickness. He hisses in pleasure. And this motivates me to take more of him into my mouth. I move up of his shaft slowly, adjusting to his girth. But he soon hits the back of my throat and my lips were barely away from the tip of his shaft. I gag on it unintentionally when he hits the little gangly thing at the back of my throat. I stifle the urge to share the private joke about Cardi B's song, WAP. Lest he shuts this down with one of his spiels about love. “Easy.. easy.” He tells me. His words were breaths and barely above a whisper. I slowly ease my mouth away from him, a trail of spit in my wake. “I’m just getting started.” I tell him with a smile.He cups my chin, I stare into his eyes, they were completely dark now, dominant professor was here to stay. “Show me what that mouth can do.” I grin in response as my palm cups him again.
EXOTIC He pulls me up to his warm body. I end up falling against his hard chest dramatically whilst staring into his majestic grey eyes. His fingers expertly sweep my hair away from my face, and gingerly, as if afraid he might hurt me with any sudden movement, he cups my chin in his hand. “You are so beautiful.”I can’t suppress nor do I actually try to hide the grin that takes over my features. “Yeah?”“Yeah. I feel like i could stare at you all day. You are my muse.” His rapid fire compliments leave me breathless and dizzy momentarily. “Muse?”“Yeah. I stare at you and all I want to do is capture the moment in vivid colours and soft brush strokes, then hang it in museums so every one can see just how beautifully you glow. Most times I want to hide you from the world so only I would have the pleasure of seeing another of the world's greatest wonder.” I can’t take anymore of the rapid fire compliments so I hide my face in my hands and I fe
HER“Wow.” I whisper because I am genuinely floored. My eyes soak up every picture as I continue to scroll. “I don’t think I have seen this much photos of me in one place. Let’s see how many..” My eyes bulge at the total number of pictures in the album named, HER. “Four thousand pictures? I didn’t even know there could be four thousand pictures of me anywhere..” In most of the pictures, my eyes are averted from the camera, clearly oblivious to the picture taking ceremony going on. “You basically followed me everywhere.” I note as I scrutinize the photos. I can’t even recall when most of them were taken. I let out a gasp when I see one familiar picture. “You were here for the celebration night?” Briefly, I look up to find him even redder than before, his eyes roaming his entire living room but not coming close to my general space. “Briefly. I could not stay long in case Henry recognised me.” He mumbles. My eyes go back to the pictures. It was t
READY“What?”He cocked his head to the side, studying me. The glint in his eyes ever present. “I said, why should I? Because let’s be frank, this information is gold. And you have enough gold to sustain me and my drop out habits.” The information registers in my mind, what he was saying. “Are you.. are you asking me to pay for your silence right now?”He clicks his tongue and snaps his fingers in my direction, a broad smile on his face. “You are smart too. A complete package. Want to trade places with me?” he asks Vaughn. I stare at both of them in complete bewilderment. I didn’t know Jeff, so I could not tell if the grin on his face was that of a criminal mastermind or I was imagining things. Vaughn heaves the sigh of someone with the weight of the world on his shoulders as he arranges our dinner. “She won't be paying you.”That sentence gives me the boost I did not know I needed. I spin on my heels to face Jeff, with my hands on my hips, I square
HAPPY He gently leads me towards his bedroom. I have been in there countless times, I never once saw a painting of me. But trusting him and clinging on to his soft palms, I follow him all the way, to be honest I would go anywhere as long as he was leading me. I hadn’t noticed it before, since I was always out of it when i was in this room, but there was another door leading to another room, in his room. And I knew that wasn’t the bathroom as the bathroom door was opposite the door of this mysterious room. Was it where he kept the photos? Or was that a secret, sex, torture room. I won't even bother wondering why I thought of that or why the thought of it bring a secret sex room, excited me. “Not there.” He says, tugging on my arm when I move towards the secret room. Obediently, I turn away from the room and follow him. He goes to his head board, drops my hand and lifts the gigantic painting of the sea, I watch him in anticipation, my palms sweaty, and my throat
PERFECT“I think he is especially happier.” He buries his face in my hair but I know that he is red in the face. He was still nerdy professor after all. “Of course he is, the most beautiful person on the planet is in front of me. It would be weird if he wasn’t excited.” This time I laugh. “So we do something about it then?” “Something about what?”I make gagging sounds and he chuckles into my hair. “No ma'am. I was only able to hold back the last time by some miracle. I’m certain I won’t hold back anymore.” “Nobody asked you to hold back. As a matter of fact, please, stop holding back.” He playfully pinches my arm. I hiss, even though i could barely feel it. “This was just one date. Nine more to go.” I groan, “You are so high maintenance. You can hold yourself back, but what about me? I am dealing with a flood here. And if care isn’t taken, I won’t be able to hold on and just let it go, and the whole of California would be flooded. So save the planet,
EXPERTISE“Priscilla Jacobs. Daughter and only child to the Dean of our school. Great.” I mutter to myself as I scroll through Priscilla’s social media. Her husband's face was always out of the frame, even in their wedding photos. He either had a sticker covering his face or had just his arm in the frame. But that’s okay, this was my area of expertise. It was quite easy to find him actually, almost like he wanted to be found. He had dropped a single rose emoji comments on all of her posts, and she ignored it but responded to other comments. “Billy Jones.” I murmur and proceed to find out everything the internet had on Billy Jones. My jaw dropped at the words that were used to describe him, genius, billionaire, the future. That was to be expected, after all he was the owner of almost everything tech. “Wow, i was unable to find her husband. You are good at this.” Jake says from over my shoulder, causing me to jump. “You scared me.” I whisper harshly as I scan
IMPENDING When he showed zero interest in joining me for a bath, I was quite frankly, disappointed. And maybe a little bit relieved. I needed time to get my priorities in order, tell myself what was more important, the sex and the impending orgasms. Priscilla should be the least of my worries. So when I emerge from the bathroom, I’m surprised to see that he laid out one of his grey T-shirts and shorts for me. That only meant one thing. He expected me to spend the night. I do not try to erase the grin that may or may not look deranged. “The shorts don’t fit.” I tell him as a appear at the doorway to the kitchen. He paused what he was doing, making me a sandwich because I was craving one, to stare at me. With my wet hair wrapped in one of his fluffy white towels, and dressed in his shirt that stopped just above my thighs and was three sizes too large for my small frame. I pull on the waist line of his shorts, there was space enough for two of me. “And it kee