Taking your lips in his mouth, he bites them until blood flows into his mouth. Your throat felt dry from all the screaming, hands pinned above your head. He takes his free hand, sliding it under your shirt. Roaming it freely, touching your bare skin...
Do y'all think I should write a new teacher and student ff or somethin'?🤔 It's been years since I wrote . 😶🌫️
Here's a lil prompt:
Have you ever locked your eyes with someone and figured out that your life wouldn't be the same? For me, that 'someone' was the least obvious person in my life-my teacher.
Those magical eyes of his, as if a celestial river was drawn down and brewed to the perfect shade of coffee-brown to give birth to his mesmerizing eyes. Every time the door revealed him, it also revealed the unmistakable fragrance that followed him everywhere. Almost like the unrestricted wave of the ocean, the wave of his cologne floated towards my sensors, while I inhaled the very essence of his presence until my lungs felt full.
My five senses were fascinated, however, my curiosity to find out if he was as enchanting from the inside as the outside, led me to a deeper, more tangled infatuation.
Idk. Just tell me in the comments fast!
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