Professor Anne

"We shouldn't do this," I whisper, voicing my concern even while I tilt my head to the side so that she has more access to my skin.

Her tongue slips out and she trails it across my-neck, sliding upwards before her lips meet my flesh and she sucks.

Goosebumps ripple across my skin and my nipples-harden under the cold fabric of my shirt.

Everything begins to light on fire, that unfamiliar burn slowly raging under my skin. I've never been like this with a woman.

Never been intimate with another woman, specially my own female student.