The Music Teacher Pt. 02
Clarissa turned to step toward the bed. She felt very exposed standing there, naked, as he watched her. “Wait, kitten.”
DevamClarissa turned to step toward the bed. She felt very exposed standing there, naked, as he watched her. “Wait, kitten.”
DevamThe mid morning sun gently warmed Eve’s back, her inner calm only fractured by the sound of the moving truck
Devam“I want you to fuck me,” she said “Explore my entire body with your hands, lips and tongue. I’ve wanted
DevamI lay here in bed beside you in our dimly lit bedroom, the suns rays filtering in through the curtains
DevamThis is the third and final installment of the story about Eve, the writing student and her mentor, Prof. Brett
DevamMy name is Travis Johnson. I am a young Black man living in Boston. I attend Emerson College. I am
DevamSheila adjusted the knot in her red halter top, smoothing the cotton fabric across her melon-sized breasts. She could see
DevamWe were on holiday. Where is not important, other than to say it was a beach front resort with all
DevamMany thanks to Oldnakeddad for the editing; your efforts are much appreciated. This is the beginning of hopefully several stories
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