Thread: Twisted And Tangled (HoldTheDoor/Mim)

Jordan Taylor though he had everything in life sorted. He had a attractive wife, a nice car and a well paid job. He was liked be his family, friends and peers, and he was moderately good looking for age. All in all his life was one that most men his age would of desired. What he hadn't planned for was her to come and ruin it all. Zora Riordan, the woman that had put doubt in the mind and heart of a man that was known for being level headed and full of conviction. He taught in a school environment and as such he came across girls who were growing into women, it was part of the territory and something all made teachers were prepared for. Not that the preparation had helped him much, it would of worked admirably against a girl who simply wanted to flaunt her growing body and nothing more. Zora was far more than that, she was determined to get a reaction and she didn't care how explicit she needed to be to do so. The unfortunate thing for Jordan was it was clear by his actions that he'd already begun to react. He should of punished her and the young man she had been sucking off when he caught them. He should of informed the school officials when he had caught her playing with herself under the desk. The first time. If not first, definitely in the second and third time. Instead he had allowed it to happen time and time again, unable to do anything other than watch whilst he delivered a lecture that was far from being at the forefront of his mind. When most men had a midlife crisis they choose to buy a motorbike, or got a camper van and tried to find salvation in the great outdoors. She was his crisis, and yet she was more potent, and toxic, than any drug he had ever known. Letting her do the things she did was like a drug user shooting up, he felt shame and guilt as it happened, yet he enjoyed it all the same. It was a morbid fascination that was slowly getting out of hand, her promiscuous nature infecting and corrupting his body. As he watched her climax, her face contorted as she bit her lip to at least save herself some small modicum of modesty, he couldn't help but think of her doing the same but with him inside of her. He mentally shook his head of the image determined to keep his thoughts clean, and sane. Then she continued to clean her fingers of whatever delicious concoction surely coated them. The dull throb that registered in his loins was ample indication of how his mind and body felt about her latest stunt. Then the bell had gone, the classroom emptied and he was alone with her. Breasts pushed up, impossibly tight against her shirt as she spoke words so sweet, yet laced with a far more malicious intent. Erm. Well it's the weekend and out of school hours so it's not something that really should happen. Jordan started, yet his words and tone were weak. He didn't sound like a teacher putting his foot down, but rather a man trying to reason with himself. I mean if it's only for a short while, and it's purely about the War of the Roses, then I suppose I can squeeze you in. Jordan said, hating himself for every word of it. He should of run from the room before she could wrap him around her finger anymore, yet he found himself unable to as if she gave off a pheromone that froze his body and bent his mind to her will. What time? Jordan sighed. He was addicted to this woman, and he had to get his fix, whether it was something he'd come to regret or not.