| Author: | Trina Cox | ISBN: | 9781301720385 |
| Publisher: | Trina Cox | Publication: | August 16, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Trina Cox |
| ISBN: | 9781301720385 |
| Publisher: | Trina Cox |
| Publication: | August 16, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Caitlynn just has to have her smoking-hot economics professor, but doesn't know how to break his professional exterior. One day when she goes to his office hours for help, she dreams up a genius plan that is sure to make him hers!
Warning: This steamy sexual romp contains explicit descriptions of graphic sex between a young woman and her college professor. Intended for mature audiences only!
Excerpt:
I pulled my test out of my backpack, and gave it to him so he could look at what I'd done wrong. His brows knit together in this super adorable way while he looked it over. After a minute or so, he put it on his desk and said, "Okay, I think one of the first problems is you seem to have misunderstood some of the concepts we've gone over in class. I'm going to pull up one of the Powerpoints from the lectures, and let's go over it together," he said, pulling his laptop over so it was on the desk between us.
Just then, there was a brief rap on the open door. An older, balding man appeared in the frame. "Eric, could I talk to you for a second? It's about the department meeting later."
"Sure," Dr. Davison said. Turning those gorgeous brown eyes on me, he smiled and said, "I'll be back in just a minute."
As I sat there waiting for him, I looked around his office a little more for evidence of a girlfriend, but I didn't see anything at all. My thoughts drifted inevitably to my favorite subject: how I could ever get Eric Davison into my panties? I was almost sure he was interested in me, but how could I get him to act on it?
After a couple of minutes, he still hadn’t come back, and my wandering eyes went to his open laptop. I remembered my bestie Carrie, who's a sophomore, saying that in one of her classes last year, the professor made a mistake and clicked on the wrong file, and a picture of two naked women 69'ing appeared on the projection screen in front of the whole class. I wondered if Dr. Davison -- no, Eric -- looked at porn, and I realized he probably did. It made my pussy tingle a little bit to think about him alone at home, stroking himself to images of naked women. I imagined it was me he was looking at, and the heat between my legs grew until I realized I would have to go somewhere to pleasure myself after I left his office. In my mind he was naked, sitting back in a chair watching pictures of me and jacking off. He moaned and squirmed, and then he shot his load so hard it flew up into the air and landed on his stomach in thick, ropy spurts.
Caitlynn just has to have her smoking-hot economics professor, but doesn't know how to break his professional exterior. One day when she goes to his office hours for help, she dreams up a genius plan that is sure to make him hers!
Warning: This steamy sexual romp contains explicit descriptions of graphic sex between a young woman and her college professor. Intended for mature audiences only!
Excerpt:
I pulled my test out of my backpack, and gave it to him so he could look at what I'd done wrong. His brows knit together in this super adorable way while he looked it over. After a minute or so, he put it on his desk and said, "Okay, I think one of the first problems is you seem to have misunderstood some of the concepts we've gone over in class. I'm going to pull up one of the Powerpoints from the lectures, and let's go over it together," he said, pulling his laptop over so it was on the desk between us.
Just then, there was a brief rap on the open door. An older, balding man appeared in the frame. "Eric, could I talk to you for a second? It's about the department meeting later."
"Sure," Dr. Davison said. Turning those gorgeous brown eyes on me, he smiled and said, "I'll be back in just a minute."
As I sat there waiting for him, I looked around his office a little more for evidence of a girlfriend, but I didn't see anything at all. My thoughts drifted inevitably to my favorite subject: how I could ever get Eric Davison into my panties? I was almost sure he was interested in me, but how could I get him to act on it?
After a couple of minutes, he still hadn’t come back, and my wandering eyes went to his open laptop. I remembered my bestie Carrie, who's a sophomore, saying that in one of her classes last year, the professor made a mistake and clicked on the wrong file, and a picture of two naked women 69'ing appeared on the projection screen in front of the whole class. I wondered if Dr. Davison -- no, Eric -- looked at porn, and I realized he probably did. It made my pussy tingle a little bit to think about him alone at home, stroking himself to images of naked women. I imagined it was me he was looking at, and the heat between my legs grew until I realized I would have to go somewhere to pleasure myself after I left his office. In my mind he was naked, sitting back in a chair watching pictures of me and jacking off. He moaned and squirmed, and then he shot his load so hard it flew up into the air and landed on his stomach in thick, ropy spurts.
