Your wife has a "headache". Again. Might as well fire up the laptop and finish marking those assignments for the creative writing class you're running. Some of these 20-year-olds have wild imaginations, some write well, and some are smoking hot and just your type. I'm all of those things. But the main reason that you're leaving my story till last is that the last few have been raunchy, bordering on erotica.

You haven't been able to figure out whether I am openly flirting with you through these stories; I don't say much in the classroom. But you will probably get off on reading it, all the same, just like all the others.

This time, however, the opening paragraph leaves you in no doubt who the characters are. The main man is specifically you. Not just the name, but also things you said _this_week_ in class. The description of your office. Everything.

You read on, eagerly.

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"You've been a naughty girl, Abi" he said, firmly, not able to suppress a smile. I can feel his open palm brushing my bare cheek, teasing me, my sense of touch amplified a hundred times by the blindfold. He lifts his hand and I'm hardly breathing...

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You pick up your phone and begin typing. "Abigail, you can't submit stories like this, it's not appropriate behaviour in my class" you begin.

reddit chat please

kinks: dirty talk, intensity, lingerie, teasing, praise, spanking, tongues, nipples, ass, age gap, cheating

limits: boring/illiterate/saying what my character does on my behalf/didn't read prompt/painful/disgusting/illegal