Taylor watched as her professor sat down on the other side of his desk, her eyes being drawn to his hands yet again as he gets himself more comfortable. She catches a small patch of light brown hair emerging from the top of his chest, the lowest point of his neck line revealing a definite contrast to his otherwise up-kept and spotless appearance. Not wanting to be caught staring, she forced her eyes up to his face while he spoke.
Allowing the piece of paper to breathe from the crevice of her chest, she extends the poem to her professor. An apparent look of nervous fear playing at her face while she waits for him to start to critique her work, her mouth suddenly feeling very dry.
"Umm.. I wouldn't mind just some water"
She speaks softly, her lips tugging upwards for a few seconds as she sheepishly asks him.While waiting she takes a longer look around the room, it being slightly brighter with the shades half drawn. It looks neater than she would expect a teachers office to look, spotless even; books and clutter adoring his office, yet not a single thing seemed out of place.
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Little Bird
RomanceThis is just a small fantasy Roleplay I have been writing, by no means is this an aspiring novel it is only to share a little creative writing set in two different perspectives.~ Strictly 18+ This story is an erotic piece of fiction. Thank you, hop...
