My Strict Professor

My Strict Professor

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Romance
This story is all about the teacher and student who unexpectedly fell inlove with each other. Is it possible for a teacher to fall in love with her student? Or will the professionalism remain with each other and leave the student hanging, waiting for her? This is a gxg story.. And i hope you guys will like this. Thank youuu
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The night before her 22nd birthday Rose decides she's losing her virginity. Desperate and running out of time she forces her best friend to sneak into an exclusive club with her and help her find someone, anyone, to sleep with, when she is taken home albeit a little reluctantly by no other than her former English teacher(The woman she's spent 4 years obsessing over) only to wake up the next day on a cab with a 20 dollar bill stuffed into her pocket, a sorry written on sharpie on her left arm and a sticky note stuck on her forehead. Three years later, Rose is now an English teacher herself. Having moved thousands of miles away from the big city she grew up with to teach in a tiny tone alongside her best friend. What will happen when they get a new principal who is a little too similar to the raven-haired woman she once loved? ........... "Bend over the desk" she commands, her tone leaving no space for arguments and my cheeks flush a deeper shade of red, my eyes widening as I fight my body's response to follow her command right away. "What?" "Now! I don't want to hear another word from you unless I give you permission, got it?" What the hell have I gotten myself into? Is it too late to quit? Do I even want to quit? My mind reels but I follow her orders, my body uncomfortably laying on her desk, her placard digging into the side of my torso painfully. I try to control my breathing, but it's labored and I'm sure if she makes it there, I'll be embarrassingly wet.

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