PROFESSOR'S BLACK POV
I told myself it would end yesterday.
I told myself I would not be weak again.
But all night, she was there in my head. The sound of her breath when I pressed her against my desk. The heat in her eyes when she whispered she wanted me. I hardly slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her skirt pushed up, her body begging.
By morning, I was angry at myself. Angry at her. Angry at the fact that a student, a girl half my age, had gotten under my skin.
I tried to bury myself in work, in lecture notes, in anything. But every word I wrote twisted back to her. I opened the drawer of my desk once, then slammed it shut instantly. Her panties were still there. A reminder. A trophy. A curse.
I've always been a fucker, from the club to my office, I had tons of them w***e,
