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stories. The link to sign up is in the description. I had heard about this hot professor who was giving girls sleepless nights.

He was new at our college and already trending within the first few days of being on campus grounds.

I had seen a couple of his photos, one that other students had while he was in class,

and I must agree he was smoking hot.

Everything about him excited my ovaries. I tried to put his image to the back of my mind, but instead, I fantasized about him. His mouth on my neck, heading towards my breasts, my name rolling out of his mouth in the sexiest way possible. Oh, I could only wish he had one of

those deep voices that vibrated through the room to someone's soul. As I thought of him,

I grew this desire to see him and confirm that he was what the photos and

the tabloids in college portrayed him to be.

He had sparked a certain kind of craze among the students and workers, and it seemed like

everyone wanted him.

Days went by, and my fantasies about him grew stronger.

I had still not met him in person, but that soon changed when he started teaching us. I had known

that he would teach us that semester, and we met in the worst way I could think of. I was making out

with Matt Jones at the back of the class when he walked in on us. Matt's hands were way up in my short

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