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About the author:
A new erotica writer, Isabel loves write sexy stories and share them with the world.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Elsie. Miss Martin?” Professor Reyes said loudly. “Are you still with us?”
“Oh, yes of course. Sorry,” she replied, feeling heat rush up her neck to her face.
“See me after class Elsie,” he said sternly.
Suddenly unable to speak, she nodded.
Crap, Elsie thought to herself as she took out a pencil and paper. Behind her, a couple of the other students giggled. Probably those cheerleaders who always had their noses in the air. Bitches.
Leaning back in her chair, she watched as the professor wrote out formulas on the board, and continued to teach the class. With his large, fit frame between her and the chalkboard, she couldn’t concentrate on the math at all. It seemed like forever until the class finally ended for the day. Elsie could feel her chest tighten as the students gathered their things and slowly walked out of class.
Professor Reyes watched as the class finally emptied. Strolling to the door as the last student left, he very quietly locked the door.
She blinked. Why was he locking the door? Something fluttered in her stomach. Anticipation? Telling herself she was just being silly, she sat on his desk, waiting to be chewed out. Surely that’s all this was about.
The professor sat down in his chair in front of her and looked straight into her eyes. With a soft, yet stern voice, he said, “Elsie, I’ve been wanting to talk to you about your work, it seems to be suffering lately. Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” She tried to turn away, but his gaze was too strong for her to break eye contact.
“You know what I mean, Elsie. You’re here physically, but you’re just not here anymore. Don’t you want to get the highest grade possible?”
She shrugged, going for casual. “My boyfriend and I broke up a couple of weeks ago. I’m sorry, it’s just hard to focus lately.”
“You failed the midterm.” He slid a paper across the desk to her. Her midterm, with a big red F staining the top of the page.
The world spun and her mouth dropped open. Crap. How had she failed? Okay, she knew how. She’d been thinking about her ex that day, it had only been a couple of days since they’d broken up.
“I’m so sorry, Professor Reyes!” How could she have let her breakup with Eros put her into such a deep fog that she screw up something so important? She’d known she wasn’t doing as well as she’d hoped when she was taking the test, but she’d never imagined she would fail. “Is there anything I can do to retake that test? I’ll take it right now if I need to.”
“Oh, that isn’t possible, Elsie. I’m afraid it’s school policy. Your only chance is to make up the points with an independent project. Of course, that’s at my discretion.” He stood and walked around the desk, stopping only a few inches away from where she sat.
Mr. Reyes carefully picked her hand up in his, as his other hand slipped beneath Elsie’s skirt. She jumped a little but didn’t pull away. Her pussy tingled as he caressed her inner thigh in a slow circle, working his way closer to her panties that barely covered her pussy.
In a weak voice Elsie said, “Please, Mr. Reyes, what are you doing?”
“I’m helping you pass this class, Elsie. Do you want to fail?”