She had always admired him from afar—the older professor whose lectures were intense, captivating, and a little intimidating. But admiration quickly turned into fascination, and fascination into longing, especially when his subtle glances lingered a moment too long. One evening, after a late seminar, he invited her to his office under the guise of discussing a paper.
The door closed behind them, and the atmosphere shifted immediately. His presence was overwhelming, a mixture of authority and unspoken desire. He guided her gently to the armchair, sitting close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from him. Each touch, each word, seemed designed to make her body respond instinctively, stirring sensations she hadn’t known she possessed.
She tried to maintain composure, reminding herself of the rules, but his skillful teasing, the way he traced his fingers lightly along her arm, left her powerless. Her breathing quickened, her thoughts scattered, and she felt a thrill unlike anything she had experienced before. By the time she left, she was trembling not just from the physical sensations, but from the intoxicating knowledge that she had surrendered to something profoundly pleasurable—and that she wanted more.
