Thread: Meeting Mara (aouser66 / Madam Mim)

Have fun darling! his dear wife kissed him full on the lips after having wished him luck in that soft, sultry voice of hers that drips lusciously with honey and love. He responded in kind, feeling the warmth of her body and the tenderness of her curves pushed up against the hardness of his own, feeling a stirring between his thighs that threatens to rear the angry head of the python. Although he'd love to stay with her, although he'd love for them both to cuddle under the blankets, and although he'd love to spend the day home with her and experience the wild fun that only the both of them could together, he cannot, they're indebted from years of college tuition and can't waste a single day's worth of work, both being 28 years of age, relatively young though relatively young depending on who you use as the standard measuring stick. Rose, she's perfect, perfect for him. What about himself? Mr. Steele as known to his students, or, Aiden. Yes, is he Mr. Perfect? Certainly not, not even is he Mr. Perfect for sweet, red Rose let alone anyone else as any observer shall see quite eventually. Still, he has his features , and with regards to whether his features are studly or not which they are, there never seemed any who could satisfy him, never that very special someone who might mold with him so compatibly and rightfully, he can't find them. Dates and nights and nights and dates, he had not managed to track down the perfect woman for years. Yet, on one snowy winter night another night?, as the coffee shop he visits so often is about to shut off for the remaining hours, there came Rose, perfect, magnificent. 2 years ago... You dropped your pen. the woman spoke after having approached the man, her ginger hair flowing around her head like firey waterfalls, dressed quite modestly with the features of her body well hidden inside her thick coat . A smile he had never seen coming, a smile that dazzled him. Oh, hi, thank you. stutters the man, adjusting his glasses as he fidgets where he sat. He distractedly failed to accept the pen, so it merely rolls on the table toward him as they stare into each other's deep gazes with daring interest. I, uhh... actually, a new year has cycled just a few romantic moons ago where she laid in her bed, contemplating and encouraging, and she made a promise that she would be more confident, and more confident especially so with regards to her romantic partners. That's why underneath her gray coat reveals a nice blue dress with a waistband that does so well to compliment her feminine appearances, I recognize you from my BDSM club. shocked, embarrassed, was she a little too out of bounds? Another beautiful smile, another dazzling attack. No, she wasn't out of bounds, and there started their special relationship in that little coffee shop of which emanates delicious smells of cocoa. No one else can ever dumbfound Aiden the way Rose can, or so he thought, and he thought wrong. Alright class, settle down, today, we're just going to go through some of the elements of real analysis, remember the concept of continuity I talked about last... He droned, a mathematics professor at this level of mathematics means anyone who doesn't listen either already know the material or don't deserve to be here in the first place, what is the point if there are books upon books out there for which teaches exactly what he's teaching? Turn to page 254, please, and, ahem- stopped in the midst of his sentence almost as if he was striken by lighting, his set of eyes quickly leaves the seemingly provocative suggestion of the beautiful Mara sitting so piously in his class, or was it merely his imagination? He thought he noticed her licking her lips, lubricating her thick set with great intent as her gaze almost pierced right through him. A few students followed suit with their attention, some even looked up from their desks of paper and pens, so Aiden quickly moves on, ignoring the growing inquisitive atmosphere of the lecture hall...