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Eros University Chapter 2: The Blonde Seductress

... to snatch a better view. "Ooh, what sexy legs!" I whispered to myself. Her slender legs were a pale cream, and she wore a pair of black, high-heeled pumps. My eyes scanned for a wedding ring: none! (like I had a chance...) Suddenly, the twinkle of jewelry caught my attention and my eyes were drawn to a golden bracelet circling her left wrist. Perhaps it's a family heirloom, I wondered. Ms. York's face was as striking as her body: full cheeks with a dab of red on each, the narrow, high forehead of an intellectual, with a few curls of golden hairs hanging down to her eyes. It was a perfect outline, a beauty only enhanced by the smooth luster of her pale skin. Her thick curls of golden hair fell past her shoulders, and I could just make out a pair of tiny round earrings behind that voluminous hair. If it was possible to deduce someone's personality based on their looks, Ms. York was what I could only describe as deep. This woman had something to hide: an air of melancholy was present in her every gesture. She looked stern with her stoic, almost unmoving face. "Welcome to European Literature, a first year introduction English class." Her voice had a slight accent (German—I was right) and it was firm yet feminine. Sure, it didn't have any of the seductive charm of Ms. Maynard, but it did possess a calm eloquence. "In this course we will be covering major developments in the literature of Europe, from Realism to Post-Modernism. Reading is heavy, but that's to be expected," she ...

... stated, pacing left to right. "Works range from novels by Flaubert, plays by Chekhov, poems by Wordsworth, critical essays by..." She went on talking, but I didn't pay much attention to her words as much as I did to her movements, her curls of hair, those luscious lips forming blank words, and her beautiful figure. I don't know when it began, but as I stared at the gorgeous professor—my eyes fixed on her every movement—I imagined us engaged in a steamy romp. I see Ms. York and myself in the empty classroom. All the lights are turned off and it's almost pitch-dark inside. We're standing in front of the wide glass windows and there's a huge, glowing moon hanging in the sky; it illuminates the room and our bodies in its shimmering white light. We stare at each other for a moment before she bends to her knees, unzips my pants, and slips out my steel-hard cock. She begins stroking it slowly, her smooth palm gliding from the base to its pink crown. Ms. York looks up, her golden hair falling over her eyes, and smirks wickedly. I nod in understanding as she closes her pink lips on the head of my member and takes it into her mouth. The noise of her sloppy sucking fills the quiet room and I see her face scrunched in concentration as she gives me head. Soon she pops the cock out of her mouth and, using the back of her tongue, glides it down my length in one long stroke. Then Ms. York unbuttons her suit in a slow and sensuous way, licking her upper lip with a single sweep of her tongue as ...