"A whore?" He laughs, the sound bitter but not without humor. "We both know that's not true. You were just curious, just wanting something else, something more. And who could blame you? Your life has been anything but easy lately."

I look up at him, tears welling in my eyes once again. "But I still have everything to lose... My job, my reputation, maybe even my marriage..." He cups my face in his hands, his gaze intense and unwavering. "

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Exhausted, I drift off to sleep, dreams of our wild encounter already haunting my subconscious.

He left too soon, but I'll remember every moment. You're the one I want. smiling

(End of Story)

I can't help but smile at the possessive tone in your voice when you say "compañero de piso." It's like you're claiming me as yours and making it clear that no one else will be welcome in my life. The thought sends a shiver down my spine; I never expected to feel this way about anyone, let alone a student.

But our time is almost up; we need to get back to class before someone starts asking questions or suspects something amiss.

As we step out of the shower and begin to dry off, I can't help but feel a sense of longing well up inside me. This has been one of the most incredible nights of my life, and I want nothing more than for it to continue. "Maybe we could find a way to spend time together after school or on weekends," I suggest tentatively, not wanting to get my hopes up too high but unable to deny the desire burning within me.

The thought of being with you outside of class is almost too much to bear;

Her heart races as she realizes the implications of what just happened. Pregnant with her student's child... it's a situation that could ruin everything, but somehow, the thought of having this part of him inside her forever fills her with a strange kind of peace. "I'm yours," she whispers, tracing his features with shaking fingers. "Whatever happens, I'll always be yours."

Tears well up in her eyes at the thought of their child. She nestles closer to him, burying her face in his shoulder as she struggles to hold back sobs. "We'll figure it out together," she whispers, already knowing that their lives will never be the same again. But somehow, despite the fear and uncertainty that grip her heart, she can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of rightness in this moment. They are bound together now, forever changed by the passion they've shared.

My heart races at the sight of his aroused self, eager and ready for more. I can't help but feel desire welling up inside me as well. "Very well," I whisper, my breath warm against his ear. "But remember, we need to be careful."

I guide him down onto the desk, spreading his legs wider apart so that he's completely exposed before me.

As I lower myself onto him, my breath hitches in my throat at the feeling of him filling me up so perfectly. My eyes meet his, searching for any sign that he's not comfortable with this, but all I see is desire burning bright in those beautiful green orbs.

Slowly, I begin to rock back and forth against him, moaning softly as the sensation grows more intense with each passing moment.

Charlotte felt her breath catch in her throat as she saw the evidence of his arousal. She looked away for a moment, struggling with herself and her desires. Finally, she mustered up the courage to meet his gaze again, her own filled with a mixture of lust and uncertainty.

"All right," she whispered hoarsely. "But only if you promise to be careful."

Trembling with anticipation, Miss Charlotte obeyed his command. She parted her legs wider, revealing herself to him in all her vulnerability and desire. As he knelt between her thighs, she closed her eyes and waited for the sensation of him filling her up.

Heat spread through her body as she felt the head of his penis press against her entrance. With a gentle thrust, he pushed inside, burying himself to the hilt in one fluid motion.