ILLICIT

Raw Cravings/ Dirty Teacher

Lark:::

The minute that I woke up, I kind of expected Shiloh to be gone since she did what I wanted but I was surprised to see her sitting by the window, staring out the window. I couldn’t be certain about what was going to happen next, but it was making me feel really weird. I couldn’t be certain about it at all, trying to decide what she’s going to say to me.

“I want to try.” She suddenly speaks up, making me look at her with confusion, “But I don’t want to be pressured into marriage yet. I do like you, Lark, but I also know that I do have my boundaries and I want them to be respected. If you can do that, then I’m going to let you too precisely that. Okay?”

I couldn’t believe what she was saying, and I ended up making my way over to her. I couldn’t be sure about it, kissing her softly as I tried to figure out what precisely is going to happen between us. It was a little nerve-wracking because I couldn’t believe what was going on. It made me feel pretty nervous because I couldn’t be sure what is going to happen. I think that there’s only going to be one thing that is going to figure out where to go from here. I guess I will find out though. We better figure it out one way or another.

“Thank you.” I tell her softly, hoping that I can do everything in my power to make her happy, “I will make you the happiest woman in the world and I will love you the way that you deserve. I know that I’m not perfect, but I can promise you that I will do everything in my power to make it so.”

I didn’t know how she came to the conclusion about her feelings, but I wasn’t going to give her the chance to regret them. I just want her to be mine, aching for her in ways that I have never felt before. It is a bit scary, knowing that it could turn around on me but I’m not sure about it at all….

I just know that she is going to be my forever.

My Queen.

Not even two years later, that became true.

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Dirty Teacher::

MASON:::

The sounds of dry-erase markers squeak across the whiteboard in my brand-new classroom. Well, the room isn't new, but I am. A bell rings and a parade of students file through the door. They're mostly laughing and talking amongst themselves, never bothering to acknowledge my presence as they take their seats.

"Hey, Mister. Where's Miss Adelaide?" one student asks as they plop down at a desk close to the window.

Twenty students sit in their assigned seats, shuffling books and pages around their desks, waiting for me to answer the question.

I give them a warm greeting and explanation. "Good morning, everyone. My name is Mr. Montoya. Miss Adelaide needed some time off. What began as time off turned into her resignation. So I'm here for the rest of the semester."

The class of high school seniors erupts into cheers as if this is their lucky break. There's an air of happiness that I don't want to tamp down, but I need order.

"Before you all get your hopes up," I announce and see their faces drop. The acknowledgment that this isn't going to be a free ride settles over the class. "I have Miss Adelaide's lesson plans, all of your grades, her notes on your progress, and the curriculum for the rest of the semester. We're going to pick up right where she left off. Let's begin with taking attendance."

There's a collective moan of disappointment around the room, but it doesn't stop me from going down the list of names. Everyone responds with either a 'here' or 'present', with a few groans or grunts thrown in for teenage annoyance.

"Madison Nichols," I say the name and look up. No one's raising their hand, but a split second later, a vision of beauty sashays through the classroom door.

She has everyone's attention, including mine. Platinum blonde hair flops behind her in a high ponytail, chewing pink bubblegum, wearing ear pods, and a pair of cut-off denim shorts that make my cock twitch. For fuck's sake, what am I getting into?

The frilly threads from the bottom of her shorts sway with every step as she strolls to the back of the classroom without a care in the world.

"Miss Nichols?" I ask.

She says nothing. Blowing a bubble that pops loudly, drawing laughter from some and several eye rolls from others in the class. None of the girls have anything on her. She pulls out a small notepad. It's the kind of notepad that looks like something a waitress takes orders with, but this one is pink with unicorn stickers.

After setting it down on the desk, she glances at me with a smirk before dipping a finger between her tits to pull out a pen. I'm lucky that I'm sitting behind the desk or else the entire class would see the tightness around my crotch. She's doing this on purpose.