My Senior, Juno

Chapter 0

I remembered the moments my pupils first laid on my senior, Juno. Everything about her was perfect. Her slender waist, whistling down to her bust, as smoothly as water from a waterfall, that bends from her hips, so voluptuous that you feel as if it has been carved out by a sculptor out of love and care. The bends of her hips and the fullness of her chest, reminiscent of the idea of perfection. The way she fixed her hair, with her long slender arms, her navel naked for the world to view. Her lengthy, dusty, blue hair draped so holistically, that the curves of her body became more prominent. Her skin glistened the colour of cream, almost that of milk chocolate, infused with a hint of cocoa.

The one feature that made her so unimaginably attractive, was her eyes. Those broad, expressive, heterochromatic eyes sitting atop of her amazing vessel of a body. She's aware of her beauty, aware it is on display, and she delights in showcasing it to the best possible effect for an audience she seems to know is watching but pretends isn't there. Her mere presence was enough to give heartaches to anyone who passes her, as it surely caused my heart to skip a few beats. Juno was the epitome of an angel...or so I thought.

Somehow, I ended up here.

In my bed.

All tied up.

Alone with Juno.

Just. Us. Two.

I would've never imagined my senior, Juno, with such an angelic persona, would be such an experienced devil in bed. Being able to see her seductive sculptor of a body, up close and personal, made her everything breathtakingly erotic. Every curve taunting gravity, her rosy-veiled ridge to read like braille with learned fingertips. Her sculpture is a manifestation from the geometry of youth.

Juno, sitting restlessly on top of my bare stomach, tried concealing her excitement by nibbling on her lean fingers. I wasn't going to lie. I always get enticed by every miniscule action Juno did as I never knew how she would tease me until I break. The longer she stalled, the more I crave for her touch. I want Juno to render her fangs onto my flustered, hot flesh. Hoping she will bite me for something more compelling than inducing pain- to mark me hers. For her, then, to seductively clean her red-stained, rosy lips with her warm tongue.

To think this all started off with Juno's ambitions and my naivety. All she had to say to have me wrapped around her finger was, "I want to break you. To have you cry, beg and moan beneath me". Alongside, the anticipation of hearing Juno say...

"Shall we begin?"