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Thread: Teach Me a Lesson, 19 and never kissed. ((Nurse Maxine & Ma’ Thane))

She bit her lip and a tear rolled from the corner of her eye, but she nodded nervously, Yes . She watched in wonder as he slowly slipped inside Inch after inch disappeared, and just as he had said she stretched. I feel... so full. But being obedient, she wrapped her legs around his back, just like the girl in the video. She was panting, but it wasn't out of pain. She pulled with her strong thighs and forced him to bury himself to the hilt and cried out in surprise. OOOOOH soooo full! so full! But then as if she could do nothing else she began to buck on him harder and faster with each of his thrusts. Her worried face slowly became a smile. She could see him responding, wanting her. It was everything she wanted.
Thread: Teach Me a Lesson, 19 and never kissed. ((Nurse Maxine & Ma’ Thane))

For the most part Darien did worry since Sally is after all tiny in comparison to his big from, and it would brake his heart to leave a bad lasting impression on her to grow to dislike him. So at best he took it slow inch by inch till the head touch her womb after braking the hymen. Not one more or an sudden moves were made for Sally's benefit to adjust herself to his size, no... don't do that, he said as she drew him further with the legs around him and pulled Darin forth. But a little too late as he was sucked in deeper, Ahhhh... he moan out feel how tight her walls are, Ohhh Sally... are you alright, again out of concern her asked and kissed her lips, after she said so full mixed with a moan. And joining her moan he'd loud gasp as his hips began to thrust her and moved with Sally's motion, pumping her tight wet inner loving the feeling, mmmm.... Sally... your sooooo tight, Ohhhh I love this, I love doing this with you!
Thread: Hope to create beautiful poetry with you~ (21+ Males Share your RPs)

oh I would love you to be my sister, I'm not too picky on how to do the RP's 2-4 sentences minimum and if the RP is really good, well lets just say I can get pretty creative.
Thread: Kidnapped!  (Mermaid Master and kittykat4)

Frank Scarpelli was lurking in his car on the dark street. He fully intended to find a girl to be his slave. He had picked a street where one of the lights was out so it was highly unlikely that anyone would see him. A few girls had walked by but they weren't what he was looking for. He smiled at the thought that this was like being in a supermarket. He just had to wait patiently until what he wanted was served.
Thread: Kidnapped!  (Mermaid Master and kittykat4)

Sorry This took so long Kathrine had just left a diner with her friends but they were going the opposite direction of her house. Kat we can walk with you, it's no big deal. One of her friends said and the other's nodded in agreement. No, I'll be fine my apartment isn't that far from here. Really you guys go on ahead. They shrugged and one by one walked away and she smiled and began walking home.
Thread: The Professor With the Thorn in His Side (PassTheHatchet & dearestdarling)

Any student paying even the slightest attention could tell it had been a long first day for Professor Blunt. Ten minutes into the lecture, after slapping the projector awake at least a dozen times, he finally gave up and unplugged the machine with a sharp tug on its cord. Didn't they raise your tuition this year? he asked the class with his back to the room as he pulled the cap from a marker and began scribbling the rest of his notes in neat blue script across the white board. I guess it'll have to go up a little more before I can get something that actually works in here. Wonderful, not even a day into the semester and he was already giving the nearly insane head of the psychology department some competition for the crankiest guy on campus. Adam took a slow, deep breath to summon more patience. 'Two more hours. Slip away for a drink tonight. Start over tomorrow.' He told himself. Mind cleared, he continued. Anyway! Where were we? As if summer had flashed by in the span of a single night, he instinctively expected Audrey's voice to ring out immediately in answer. The hairs on his arms pricked in anticipation. She was the only student who could do that to him, and he still wasn't sure why. Her interjections were never wrong, he just hated the way she would butt in even though it was obvious that it irritated him. In fact, if she would just keep her thoughts to herself she would probably end up one of his favorite students. She was bright, knew the material almost as well as he did, and even made him laugh once or twice. Luckily, he had kept those laughs well-hidden. Still, he couldn't let himself agree with her while she continued to go against the grain of his conventional classroom demeanor.
Thread: The Professor With the Thorn in His Side (PassTheHatchet & dearestdarling)

Audrey couldn't help but giggle behind a hand as he took his frustration out on the old projector, trying to beat it into submission and failing miserably. Poor guy. She couldn't imagine being so tightly wound all the time, like a spring in constant tension. What was going on in his life to where something as inconsequential as an old projector giving out gave him so much stress? He needed a girlfriend. Or even a friend... Audrey couldn't remember seeing him talk to anyone about something that wasn't related to his class. Her hip buzzed, and discretely she checked her phone, seeing that she had a new text. Her friends Ashley and Josh wanted her to go out with them that night, to an older bar that most college kids didn't normally visit. It was close to campus, but the vibe suited an older crowd, not the young and fashionable. But the draw to this bar was that they didn't card, and since Audrey was underage and would be for the next few months, she'd grown to appreciate the place. She texted back in the affirmative and tucked her phone away again. He asked where he'd left off and as if on cue, Audrey raised her hand and began to speak before being called upon. But hey, at least I bothered to raise my hand. Progress! You were going over our end of term research paper... But, don't you think it's a little silly to pick our topics for us? I think it would be much more beneficial for us to choose them ourselves. We'll write better essays if it's something we care about, and besides, we aren't twelve, Adam. No need to hold our hands. The last bit slipped out of her mouth before she could help herself many of her professors asked to be referred to by their first names, but somehow, she didn't think that would fly with him. The class fell unusually silent for a beat, all the clicking of pens and scratching of notes pausing in the wake of what their professor would say.
Thread: The Professor With the Thorn in His Side (PassTheHatchet & dearestdarling)

Adam swore he could feel her hand shoot into the air, sending an unwelcome trickle down his spine. He turned again and practiced a few more deep breaths while he listened to her. She's doing it on purpose, I swear. She wants steam to spray from my ears. Even if she did have a point it was moot when she called him by his first name. If I let you choose your own topics, Miss Woods , I'd be spending my winter break reading papers on Lady Gaga's influence on anthropology. His tone was just a touch more vexed than he had intended. Hoping to ease the obvious tension in the room, he shrugged and offered what could have been his first compromise ever as a professor. I'll tell you what. Half way through the semester, anyone riding at 90 or higher can choose a topic and submit it for approval. I know that only leaves you half a semester to write your paper, but to anyone getting an A in this class, that shouldn't be a problem. Another moment of silence was broken by the tapping of his marker's cap on his heavy oak desk. And don't forget that we're in a classroom. Your friends will survive an hour without an update. He nodded to her phone when it buzzed again, made eye contact just long enough to let the bright hazel of her's demand another split-second of attention from his, then turned to finish his lecture. He could already smell the cigar smoke cloud that always hung in one corner of his favorite bar, and decided he would definitely be paying The Hideaway visit tonight.
Thread: The Professor With the Thorn in His Side (PassTheHatchet & dearestdarling)

Yikes, so much for turning over a new leaf , she thought, wincing a little as he over-emphasized her name. Calling him Adam in such a casual way might not have been the best way to bend him to her will. Her full lips parted, poised to protest his quick dismissal of her complaint, when he surprised her by coming to a compromise. Making an 'A' wouldn't be a problem for Audrey, as she lived and breathed for this class. She had basically gotten her way, and despite how sure she had been with her interjection, it stunned her that he agreed, if only reluctantly. Maybe raising her hand had helped a little! Her fellow classmates seemed to be just as shocked, looking at her as though she had some kind of magic power. She beamed, a little smug with her triumph, her smile soft and radiant. Thanks, Ad-- um, Professor, she replied simply, ducking her head down to hide the blush that bloomed across her cheeks, getting back to her notes. It embarrassed her to know that he had seen her texting in his class... That definitely couldn't happen again. As much as she liked to toy with her poor professor, using her phone in class seemed more disrespectful, somehow. When she was grinding his gears, at least she was giving him proper attention. Something about the way he caught her eye had caused her to feel very self-conscious, and she didn't like it. She was on her best behavior for the rest of class, trying a new approach of writing down all of the interjections she wanted to say, instead of announcing them to the class. She liked Professor Blunt, despite what he may have thought, but his methodical and by-the-book approach to education frustrated her. She rolled her shoulders a little, trying to shake the weird feeling of vulnerability that the short eye contact had given her. The rest of the lecture crawled by, and by the end of it, Audrey had already dreamed up a dozen things she could write her research paper on. She was almost more excited for that than the night she had planned with her friends. Without another incident, she packed up her things when the professor wrapped up his lesson, glad to be done with class for her first day back. Just gotta swing by the apartment, and then it's time to go out! she thought to herself, passing by her professor and giving him a little wink. Despite her attempts to corral her behavior, some things just wouldn't change.
Thread: The Professor With the Thorn in His Side (PassTheHatchet & dearestdarling)

Watching his own handwriting fill the blank board instead of clicking through a PowerPoint presentation turned out to be surprisingly satisfying. Almost therapeutic, even. After dismissing the class, as students shuffled through the door, he scribbled a quick reminder into a notepad on his desk. Buy more markers . Adam wore the most subtle smile at the thought of something to look forward to, his lips still slightly curled when he looked up just in time to catch Audrey's wink. He wanted to blurt out, I wasn't smiling at you! as she hurried away. Maybe the small bone he threw her with the research paper would give her something to gnaw on all semester, he hoped. Such a smart and promising student...and I thought the slackers would be the ones to get under my skin. Pushing all thoughts of students and lectures and papers aside, he slung an old leather messenger bag over one shoulder and dropped the projector in the trash on his way out of the classroom. He would be home in just minutes, out of these stuffy clothes, and clearing his mind at the bar before he knew it. He lived just off campus in a recently gentrified neighborhood full of other professors and young families living in remodeled homes. His was modest, a bit modern for his taste, but he was comfortable and happy there. Adam dropped his bag on the table and finally tugged the knot of his tie loose. A sharp whistle echoed from his lips, and a squat basset hound waddled in from the living room. Afternoon, Pete! The dog trotted after his owner, patiently waiting for another pat on the head as the man shrugged his unbuttoned shirt off half way down the hallway. Adam obliged after kicking his slacks into the walk-in closet and sitting on the corner of the bed to pull on his favorite pair of jeans. I think it'll be bourbon tonight. Sound good, Pete? He laughed and ruffled his dog's floppy ears before getting up to find a shirt.
Thread: The Professor With the Thorn in His Side (PassTheHatchet & dearestdarling)

Adam's heart was still racing, a rhythmic drum pounding in his ears from the inside. Everything sounded like they were under water. The woman was speaking but all he heard was a feminine blur of a voice. Slowly, the adrenaline loosened its grip and he was able to make out her words. Right, I bet you won't be forgetting that again. He replied when she mentioned her pepper spray. The last minute was still unfolding in his head, taking its time to settle in and reveal the full weight of what had happened. And what could have happened. An image of a faceless woman sobbing in a dark alley flashed. He didn't want to think about it. His movement was careful as he took a heavy step closer. The last thing he wanted was to make her think it was about to happen all over again. A sudden bright light turned everything white, making Adam squint and turn his head to the side. He couldn't see the woman's face with her beam aimed directly at his, but apparently she knew him. His expression turned to confusion until she lowered her phone and he finally saw the familiar face. Audrey?! He laughed a one-syllable whispered laugh when she asked what he was doing there as if it was unheard-of for a guy to step out for a drink after a long day. What are you doing here? He never bothered to pry into students' personal information, but he was sure she wasn't 21 yet. He caught her eyes sweeping over him, then let his do the same. Seeing her exposed arms and legs was nothing new, but this dress... wow . He hoped the jerk in the alley wasn't the guy she was hoping to impress with it. I guess that drink isn't happening now, is it? He joked with another quick, forced laugh. Either way, he needed another one. Nodding back out into the more open space of the bar, he suggested, Let's get out of this hallway. I'm at the booth under the empty picture frame if you'd like to join me. Did I really just inside her to have a drink with me?!
Thread: The Professor With the Thorn in His Side (PassTheHatchet & dearestdarling)

It was so weird to hear him refer to her by her first name, instead of the honorific he usually preferred. Truthfully, she was surprised he even remembered her first name.... Had he ever said it out loud? She couldn't remember. Does it matter? We aren't at school... He's not my professor in this bar, she thought, but it still was strange. With any of her other professors, it wouldn't be, but with him.... It felt different, somehow. He asked about the drink she offered, and her first reaction was to agree with him, that she probably should take back her offer. But... Why not? He had still helped her out of what would have been a terrible situation, possibly the worst night of her life.... Did the fact that he was her uptight professor lessen what he had done for her? He seemed to be almost disappointed to learn that it was her that he'd rescued... She couldn't quite read his reaction. She noticed him looking her over, probably just checking to see if the asshole had done any physical damage... She suddenly regretted wearing the dress, and she worried if he thought she deserved what she'd gotten, because of her choice of wardrobe. Her cheeks felt hot as they blossomed into a rosy pink. Before she even fully thought it through, she nodded in agreement, following his lead out of the darkness. Sure. Just let me grab another drink... And one for you, too. She wasn't going to snub him, just because he was her professor. My apparently very hot professor, she thought to herself as she made it back to the bar, still in disbelief of what had just transpired. She didn't know what surprised her more, that her professor frequented bars, drank at all, wore jeans and a tshirt, or that he had been the one to save the day... None of it seemed real. She ordered another seven and seven for herself and bourbon for her professor, thinking that was what she smelled on his breath. With a glass in each hand, she met him at his booth, sliding into the seat facing him. She handed the bourbon to him, feeling as though she were in a weird dream, where impossible things happened. This is what you're drinking, right? I have a smart nose, she said with a smile, then took a long sip of her drink. She really wanted a buzz, something to take the edge off... The drink from earlier was starting to take effect, pleasantly bubbling in her chest. She set her glass down slowly, licking a stray drop from her plump lip, and took a deep breath. So, I really don't know how to say this adequately, but... Thank you, so so much. If it wasn't for you... Well. You know. Her eyes shifted away, then back to his face. You're seriously my hero.
Thread: The Professor With the Thorn in His Side (PassTheHatchet & dearestdarling)

Having a drink with Audrey Woods. Unbelievable. Perhaps even more unbelievable was that he actually wanted it. Adam slid back into his seat at the booth, the warm cushion reminding him that only minutes had passed. It felt like he had gone home, slept, taught a week's worth of classes, then came back for another drink. He glanced over to where Audrey stood with her back to him, waiting for their drinks. No longer just a shadowy outline in the dark, what he saw stole all his attention and he couldn't look away. This wasn't the same girl who sat in the front row of his classes. He couldn't believe he was thinking it, but she looked stunning. If Adam had been the type of guy to approach women in bars, Audrey was exactly the type who would have had his attention. Yet here she was approaching him, his drink in hand. And he actually wanted her to sit. He took the offered glass and sneaked a quick sniff when she asked if she had chosen correctly. Smart nose is right. Thanks. He took a small sip and welcomed the smoky burn to roll down his throat. He wasn't sure why, but he was surprised when she thanked him. The word 'hero' drew a small squint, though. He laughed softly and shook his head. You don't have to call me that. I just did what anybody with half a conscience would have done. He said and took another sip. But, the thank you is welcome. Just try not to think about what might have happened. If it's making my stomach churn, I can't imagine what it must be doing to you. He kept his gaze straight across the table, swirling his glass in his hands, wondering how he never appreciated how pretty she was. I still haven't asked...are you okay? I mean, I know he didn't hurt you...but will you be okay?
Thread: The Professor With the Thorn in His Side (PassTheHatchet & dearestdarling)

Audrey traced the rim of her glass with a finger, her eyebrow arching when he insisted he wasn't a hero. Excuse me, I was the one who was rescued, so I think that qualifies me to say who's a hero and who's not. Her tone was lively and playful, a smile still curving her lips upwards. The whole situation will made her head spin, not least of which that she was having a drink with her most stuffy, least agreeable professor that she had. She tucked a stray lock of hair back behind her ear, taking in the sight of him. Would Ashley believe how hot he was, outside of the confines of his classroom? She almost wanted to snap a picture with her phone, but even she knew that was probably inappropriate. The clothes he usually wore to work seemed to age him about 15 years, and with his hair tousled like that... Wow. You're definitely my hero... No take backs, she said with a grin. Even in her gratitude, she couldn't help but banter with him. She took a breath as he asked her if she was really alright, and she nodded slowly. Yeah, I'm okay. I've had some past experiences with assholes like him... Well, none that were so... insistent . But usually I have my pepper spray. I can't believe I left it at home. She frowned as she said that, but after a short moment she looked up at him and smiled. Maybe I should just hire you as a personal bodyguard... You took pretty good care of me. Her eyes sparked playfully as she teased him, and she reached out to touch his forearm, her fingertips just grazing his skin. What the hell are you doing? This isn't a date! , the rational part of her squeaked inside, but Audrey was buzzed, sitting across from a seriously hot guy that had just saved her from certain peril. The alcohol that buzzed in her blood seemed to soften the sharp edges between 'student' and 'teacher'... And the touch just felt natural, something she would do with anyone else. Sorry if this sounds weird, but you were the last person I expected to see here. You just... kind of seem like the kind of professor that lives in his office, only coming out for coffee and faculty meetings. She hoped she didn't offend him by saying that.
Thread: The Professor With the Thorn in His Side (PassTheHatchet & dearestdarling)

Adam sat with both forearms on the table, leaning forward with his hands still swirling the bourbon to keep its scent teasing each slow breath. He laughed and shook his head when she insisted on branding him a hero, his smile not quite fading completely. Alright, I guess I have no choice but to let you have this one. he said, feeling his lips twitch into another little smile even as he admitted defeat. But don't get used it. he laughed again, actually welcoming her teasing. It was much easier to take when it was playful and not the unwanted interruptions he was used to. Of course, her that smile and those bright eyes, she could easily get away with another jab or two. The alcohol and Audrey's charm were making it easy for him to break down the wall he often hid behind. I'm just glad there was someone there to take care of you. An odd little coincidence that it was me...but I'm glad a certain know-it-all student drove me to needing a drink tonight. He teased back with a playful glint in his eyes. The sudden touch drew his eyes downward. Her hand looked so fragile against his strong forearm. Adam inched a little closer to the edge of his seat, letting his warm skin pass under her delicate fingertips just a little more as his eyes found hers again. It wasn't Miss Woods smiling back at him, and he felt nothing like Professor Blunt. His heart still hadn't returned to its normal pace. Now, she was the one who kept it from slowing. I guess I just take my job pretty seriously. Too seriously, you're probably thinking. He breathed a slight laugh. But believe it or not, I do have a life outside of my classroom and office. This just happens to be the first time it has crossed paths with yours. His arm turned under her hand, shifting his palm upward so his fingers could brush the soft skin just below her wrist. Honestly, I'm not all that surprised to see you here. I don't know why, but I can't see you in those rowdy sports bars or noisy clubs.