| Author: | The SMUT Project | ISBN: | 9781370967858 |
| Publisher: | The SMUT Project | Publication: | January 3, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | The SMUT Project |
| ISBN: | 9781370967858 |
| Publisher: | The SMUT Project |
| Publication: | January 3, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
A university bombshell catches someone staring in class and teases him relentlessly with tasks and texts. (5,771 words)
EXCERPT: I was so entranced that didn’t notice when the professor said to hand in our assigned papers from the week before. People at the edges of the rows began getting up and making their way to the front, but Mallory was still seated, dangling her shoe lazily. All of the sudden she snapped it back as the fluorescent lights flicked on, and she got up to join the line at the front. I thought in that moment that I had caught a flash of her deep blue eyes as she stood up, but I couldn’t tell for sure. I collected my paper and walked down just as she got back to her seat, and people began getting their things and filing out as the professor announced that that was all for the day. Turning back, I lost sight of her in the resulting chaos and by the time I reached my seat again she was gone.
I gathered my notebook and bag, and pulled on my jacket as I made my way out into the hall, listless in my longing, and disappointed that I didn’t get the chance to see her one last time before the weekend. I stepped out through the main doors into the chill of the early autumn air, and walked down to the library with her image fluttering my mind. I nodded, smiling, to the girls behind the counters at the information desk, and headed for my usual corner, a warm, infrequently-visited section behind the microfiche periodicals with a couple of large, comfy chairs that were never occupied.
I sat down and pulled out my books, setting my bag on the little table in front of me, and leaned back, searching for my pen. I reached down into the right pocket of my jacket, and paused for a moment, feeling something soft. I touched it with my fingertips for a moment, before feeling a piece of paper tucked inside next to it.
Looking around behind me, and seeing that there was no one, I grabbed the bunch together, and pulled it out to look. It was the same pair of dirty, dotted grey socks, with a note saying, “If you think you can handle the real thing… 555-4693. M.”
This FEMDOM story features: Blackmail / Foot Fetish / Sock Fetish / Teasing / Erotic Humiliation and Orgasm Control
The SMUT Project’s mission is "to elevate erotic expression in the literary and artistic worlds and to connect the curious to quality works that inspire, delight, and enrich."
SMUT - Stimulating Material. Uncommonly Tasteful.
A university bombshell catches someone staring in class and teases him relentlessly with tasks and texts. (5,771 words)
EXCERPT: I was so entranced that didn’t notice when the professor said to hand in our assigned papers from the week before. People at the edges of the rows began getting up and making their way to the front, but Mallory was still seated, dangling her shoe lazily. All of the sudden she snapped it back as the fluorescent lights flicked on, and she got up to join the line at the front. I thought in that moment that I had caught a flash of her deep blue eyes as she stood up, but I couldn’t tell for sure. I collected my paper and walked down just as she got back to her seat, and people began getting their things and filing out as the professor announced that that was all for the day. Turning back, I lost sight of her in the resulting chaos and by the time I reached my seat again she was gone.
I gathered my notebook and bag, and pulled on my jacket as I made my way out into the hall, listless in my longing, and disappointed that I didn’t get the chance to see her one last time before the weekend. I stepped out through the main doors into the chill of the early autumn air, and walked down to the library with her image fluttering my mind. I nodded, smiling, to the girls behind the counters at the information desk, and headed for my usual corner, a warm, infrequently-visited section behind the microfiche periodicals with a couple of large, comfy chairs that were never occupied.
I sat down and pulled out my books, setting my bag on the little table in front of me, and leaned back, searching for my pen. I reached down into the right pocket of my jacket, and paused for a moment, feeling something soft. I touched it with my fingertips for a moment, before feeling a piece of paper tucked inside next to it.
Looking around behind me, and seeing that there was no one, I grabbed the bunch together, and pulled it out to look. It was the same pair of dirty, dotted grey socks, with a note saying, “If you think you can handle the real thing… 555-4693. M.”
This FEMDOM story features: Blackmail / Foot Fetish / Sock Fetish / Teasing / Erotic Humiliation and Orgasm Control
The SMUT Project’s mission is "to elevate erotic expression in the literary and artistic worlds and to connect the curious to quality works that inspire, delight, and enrich."
SMUT - Stimulating Material. Uncommonly Tasteful.
