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In My Professor's Arms The Day
(Lily's POV)Innocent rays of morning sun lit through my window, like an accusation, into the secrets I had kept hidden within. My mind kept straying towards Victor and the kiss we shared later on, later with a meeting planned. My heart raced heavily, anticipation creating this heavy weight in my chest. I dressed carefully in a way that I had not bothered what I looked like in days; I chose clothes that felt like armor against the vulnerability I knew I'd face today-simple blouse, jeans that fit me just right, and boots that kept every other step grounded, though my heart was running nowhere near that speed.Breakfast matters very little; I could not even appreciate flavor in my tight-stomach condition. Every step to campus counted down toward seeing him again, having the conversation we both knew they needed to have but dreaded. Campus was alive with students, but to me, it was set up for the drama about to come.The topic of Victor's lesson was existentialism, the subject that mirro
Last Updated : 2025-01-13In My Professor's Arms A short escape
(Lily's POV)Going out of Victor's office was like entering another world, with that kiss still burning on my lips and now a secret that marked me. The campus was deathly silent and this served as the complete contrast to the storm that raged within me. Each step back to my apartment dragged like heavy chains around my ankles because of what we had done.Now, the solitude of my room would usually be comforting, but right now, it felt like a cage. I changed to try to wash off the day, but Victor's touch remained, a whisper on my skin. I sat before my desk, staring at the blur of books in front of me as my mind went over the kiss, his breath in my neck, the danger of us being too close.A buzz tore through the silence when my phone went off. Sophie sent a message, and to me, it was like being thrown a rope. Hey, come over? José and Davies are here, we're just hanging out.The last thing I wanted was to spend this with friends to whom I had to confess this horrible truth. But it somehow
Last Updated : 2025-01-14In My Professor's Arms Open secret
(Lily's POV)The morning sun felt like a spotlight on my secrets, filtering through the blinds to expose the turmoil beneath my skin. Every heartbeat was a drumroll leading to the moment I'd see Victor again, a mix of thrill and terror churning in my stomach. I dressed with an almost ritualistic care, as if my clothes could somehow protect me from the reality of what we'd done.In class, his voice sounded like a song that would be sung just for me; each philosophical point reminded me of our borrowed kiss. Our eyes met just for a second, but that was enough to send my pulse swinging out of control. Was it us he was thinking about, of the danger we thrust ourselves into?The lecture didn't hold my attention; rather, I entertained myself creating mental scenes about a world where our relationship was not something to be hidden. But then the waves would crash back, guilt, fear, and ill-desired come flooding back.As the class came to an end, I stayed behind. My heart seemed to pound agai
Last Updated : 2025-01-15In My Professor's Arms The sender
(Lily’s POV)The library was very quiet, and the only visible sounds were the hum of hushed conversations from a distance. I sat at a table my head resting on it, hands placed on my notebooks, my whole self coupled with my anger and frustration. My fingers tightened around that damn note, crumpling the edges as I stared at the floor, finding fortress in the space onlu.I've been trying to find a meaning to the note,the backing, the sender, it's all a question with no answer. I kept racking my brain, though there was something about it that felt hauntingly familiar. The feel of the paper, the way ink bled a little around the edges-it felt like something. I kept thinking and thinking.Then, in a rush, it came.Last week, Sophie and I had flipped through this little crummy souvenir guidebook in the student store, laughing at how ridiculously over-the-top dramatic it was. Its pages had had that same rough feel."Wait..was she really the one?" It came as a shock.A crawling sensation went
Last Updated : 2025-02-04In My Professor's Arms The date proposal
(Lily's POV)The morning after finding out about Sophie felt lighter, as if the burden I didn't even realize was weighing heavy had been placed on the shelf. The sun which filtered in from my window felt a degree warmer, crisper the morning air. And with that minute salve on the wound within my mind still fluttered.I did all the usual things, but nothing felt quite right-it was like I was living in two worlds at once. One of me sat through lectures and took notes and went through the motions of a normal day. The other part? Well, that was consumed with one thought: Victor.I wasn't expecting to see him today, other than the usual classroom setting, but knowing he was going to be there made my heart race in a way I couldn't control.By the time I got to the lecture hall, my stomach was twisted in knots. Not from nerves—at least, that's what I told myself—but from the anticipation of seeing him again. I slid into my usual seat, forcing myself to focus as I set up my notebook.The room
Last Updated : 2025-02-05In My Professor's Arms The date
(Lily's POV)I stood outside his door, my heart pounding against my ribs, I don't know why it is, but it is.The evening air was crisp, carrying the scent of rain that had yet to fall.I glanced at my reflection in the dark window beside the door, smoothing a hand over my blouse as if it would steady the whirlwind inside me. "It's just dinner. Just a night to enjoy each other's company," I said to myself.Still, as I reached out to ring the bell, anticipation curled in my stomach.The door opened almost instantly, as if he'd been waiting.Here he is, Handsome Victor.He stood there, his face soft, warm. "Glad you're finally here" he said, his tone an invitation.I let you a quick, soft smile as the tension in my shoulders loosened.He stepped aside, and I went in, immediately enveloped by the inviting smell of something rich and savored. The air wasn't only warm because of the temperature but because of the silent atmosphere he had managed to create, it's impressive, cute of him.It
Last Updated : 2025-02-06In My Professor's Arms The flame before the fire
(Lily's POV) Neither of us broke the kiss as it deepened, driving me crazy already. His lips molded against mine, moving slow at first to savor the taste, the heat, and the mere want simmering between us. The way his hands tightened at my waist, pulling me closer, and I went willingly, pressing against the hard lines of his body. It all makes me need it now more than ever. A small moan escaped me, and that was all it took. His restraint cracked. His grasp became tighter, his mouth more insistent, and he consumed me with the deliberateness of slow movements. His tongue danced along my lower lip, slid inside, and deepened the kiss, until my knees buckled. His fingers dug into my hips, possessive, guiding me against him until I could feel the solid warmth of his body pressing into mine. My head spun, my breath coming in short desperate gasps between each kiss, but I didn't want to stop. Couldn't stop. His hands wandered up my sides, teasing the edge of my blouse, fingertip
Last Updated : 2025-02-06In My Professor's Arms Our first night
(Lily's POV)Victor's hand was already rubbing my pussy through my jeans, making it to start dripping give me a crazy feeling that I've never felt before.He made a seductive eyes sign, signaling he wanted to carry me, so I jumped a little, and locked my legs around his waist like a slut, my virgin cunt already moist through my panties, moistening his jeans where his massive bulge was wedged against me, I felt it—solid, insistent, even through the layers of our clothes, sending a pulse that makes me gaga, almost tearing myself naked for him. His hands were savage—one pinching my ass so hard it'd leave a bruise, the other squishing my tits against his chest, taking every inch of me. He stopped at the door, his breath a dirty, hot snarl against my ear. "You really wanna let me fuck you?" he growled, his voice thick with fuck-me-now kinda need, daring me to chicken out."Fuck, yes," I exclaimed, my lips smashing into his jaw, my hands ripping at his shirt like I'd never touched a man in
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In My Professor's Arms Tuesday Dawn
(Lily's POV)The first thing I was conscious of was the heat when I woke up. The warmth of his body pressing against mine, the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back. His arm was a weight, spread across my waist, holding me down, his breath slow and deep against my neck. His smell—woody, male, with the musk of last night—surrounded me, soaking into my skin.I was aware of a dull ache spreading through me, a reminder of just how thoroughly he had taken me, possessed me, made his way through me in a way that still did not feel possible. My thighs clenched together around the dull soreness between them, at the raw, tender proof of every kiss, every touch, every sound he had drawn from me. I shivered, just a little, and his arm tightened, pulling me closer.There was a low rumble in his chest, a sleepy noise that sent a shiver of heat down my spine. His fingers moved against my belly, skin against skin, sleepy and possessive even while he's asleep. I didn't stir, letting my fin
In My Professor's Arms Hot Night: Pt 4
Lily's POVThe air was thick with heat, the stench of sex lingering between us. My skin still tingled from his hands, from the way he had devoured me so completely on that couch. But as I leaned back against his chest, my body against his, my need for him didn't fade—it grew.Victor was beside me, his arm across my waist, his fingers tracing up and down my back in a slow, lazy rhythm. His breathing was deep and controlled, but I could feel it—the tension coiling inside him, even with the way his body had released after everything we'd done.I leaned my head back slightly, looking at him in the shadows. His face was lifted up to the ceiling, his jaw clean-cut, his lips parted ever so slightly. God, he was beautiful. And he was mine—at least for tonight.I grinned slowly as I stepped forward, allowing my hands to glide over his chest, tracing the bulging muscles beneath my fingertips. His skin felt so hot, his body so strong, and I wanted him to shatter apart once more."Lily…" His tone
In My Professor's Arms Hot Night: pt 3
He propelled his upper body forward, pulling mine closer at the same time, so our lips brushed against eachother, his breath warm, teasing, as another wave of anticipation washed over my already trembling body.He changed his grip, more this time—his arms strong, uncompromising—his body pushed hard against mine, the heat of his naked flesh inflaming me.And then—oh, my God fuckk—he was inside me. Slowly, slowlyA searing gasp tore from my lips as the broad head of his cock stretched me open, inch by agonizing inch. My nails dug into his shoulders, my head falling back as he pressed in deeper, filling me so completely it was almost too much.Victor groaned, his forehead falling to mine, his breaths deep, ragged."Fuck, Lily…" His voice was rough, strained, like he was trying very hard to hold himself together, and force the words out.My legs tightened around his waist, pulling him in, insisting he go deeper."Ohh my god... deeper," I moaned, my mouth brushing against his. "I want all
In My Professor's Arms Hot Night: pt 2
His tongue caressed against the soaked fabric of my panties, slow, seductive, a searing flash of pleasure shot straight into the core of my existence.I gasped, my legs trembling as I tried to stay still, but it was useless. The movement of his mouth—slow, deliberate, savoring—had me wriggling beneath him."Victor—" My voice was rough, needy, barely a whisper.He groaned softly, his fingers biting into my thighs."See how you are," he whispered, his lips tracing the wet lace. "Already soo wet for me."A whimper escaped me.He pressed his lips to me again, this time harder, his tongue pushing against the thin fabric, rubbing slowly, brutally in circles around where I hurt worst.My hips lifted of their own accord, wanting more friction, more pressure—more of him.He pulled back an inch, his dark eyes fixed on mine."You want more?" His voice was low, gravelly, thick with need.I nodded frantically, my chest heaving and falling with shallow, desperate breaths.Victor smiled.Then, in sl
In My Professor's Arms Hot Night
(Lily's POV)His mouth kissed mine, slow and gentle, the warmth of his breath spreading over my skin. The kiss was passionate, perfect, not rushed—like he was savoring each instant, every angle of my lips against his. I wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck, holding him tight, closer, craving more.And then his tongue brushed against mine, teasing, tempting me to open. I did. And the moment I did, the kiss grew hotter, deeper. His hand cradled my jaw, tilting my face just the way he needed as his tongue slid in, claiming, searching.A shiver went down my spine. My fingers tingled on his chest, wanting to touch more of him. I inched slowly, following my hand down his body, feeling the rigid muscles beneath his shirt. My palm rested against his abs, warmth seeping through the fabric, and I couldn't resist.I tugged on his shirt, yanking it up, needing the touch of his skin against mine. He hummed low on my lips, his muscles tensing beneath my fingers as I ran my hands over his
In My Professor's Arms Red Ember
(Lily's POV)Victor's thumb tracing my pulse, a slow, deliberate stroke that sent a shiver coursing down my spine, the "I do" a warm ember in the dense hush of his apartment. The door shut behind us, sealing the world out, and the air hummed, heavy with his presence—his eyes, dark and molten, mapping over me, the red crop top hugging my curves, the jeans low on my hips. His fingers lay on the back of my neck, a gentle hold tilting my head back, and I gazed up at him, choking in the heat there—hunger, yes, but something else, a tenderness that wrapped around my heart and held on.“You wore red,” he said again like he didn't just say it earlier, voice low, a velvet thread weaving through me. His hand slid up, cupping my jaw, his thumb brushing my lower lip, parting it just enough to make me tremble.My breath snagged, a little catch, and he smiled—slow, annihilating, the kind that illuminated me. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," he whispered, his warm breath on my cheek, his admiss
In My Professor's Arms MONDAY
(Lily's POV)Monday evening hung over me like a dark blanket, the clock on my desk ticking, it's just 7:00 p.m. I sat on my bed, crossed my legs, the room dark except for the phone lighting up in my lap.Victor's message this morning flashed in my brain again— "My place tonight, 8. Don't be late." My flesh crawled, a persistent buzzing coiled in my chest. The weekend stretched out behind me, a jumbled knot of sleep and evasion, each passing minute drawing me back to him, where I want to be.Friday night replayed him my head, every detail—his bed, his hands, how he'd wrecked me to the bone, left me raw, stretched out on his sheets. He'd brought me school afterwards, the blue dress, nice and beautiful, his fingernail scratches burning my back, and I'd stumbled in, too wrecked to think. My phone buzzed as I fell onto the pillow—Victor, probably—but exhaustion hit me before I could see.Saturday MorningI was conscious of the pain the moment I woke up. A low, slow throb in my body, the ki
In My Professor's Arms Monday Hunger
(Emily's POV)The alarm woke me up to the darkness in my room at 5:45 a.m., a sudden shriek that yanked me from bed, sheets knotted around my ankles like a net, not even neatly made before I slept last night. My fingers flew across the nightstand, before I finally reached for my phone, silencing the alarm. Tired, I stood up to turn the my bulb on, it's Monday.My stomach growled—a low, slow, insistent rumble that hit before I could even successfully walk out of the room. Last night’s Coca-Cola sloshed in my gut, it was even the only thing in my stomach after hours spent last night—driving slowly, aimlessly and parking for fresh air at irregular intervals. The city’s neon lights still flickered behind my eyes, a restless hum that refused to fade. No dinner. No time. Just happy I had last night the way I wanted to.Out of my room, the apartment is still except for the gentle hum of the fridge. Cold air stung my bare legs as I shuffled into the kitchen, blinking against the dark in it. T
In My Professor's Arms Late night tranquility
Emily's POVThe garage of the hospital was only viewable from my rearview as I drove away slowly, Sophia's sedan just in front of mine, as we have to drive the little way to the main road, immediately out the hospital's gate.She whined her window down, gave a little beautiful smile, while waving her hand before hand before drifting into the road. The time is just a little past 5:00 p.m. on a calm Sunday evening. The city was not so lively, just a dull, blur atmosphere, streetlights buzzing to life. Tires screeched on wet pavement as cars kept moving, the weekend's restless thrum still resonating in my chest.My thoughts went back to their usual state, Three months, and Mark J. Kennedy is not where to be found, no calls, his doesn't even go through either, nobody that I know him with that I can reach—all the thoughts, just making my temper unstable. But Sophia's energy stuck with me, her "Next Saturday's wild" hanging in on that morning, Johnson's name is something I'm going to hear
