Prof. Anthony Charleston

[The only one…. God, I hoped I wasn’t visibly swooning. I knew what you meant, but I couldn’t help but let your words sink a bit deeper inside me Imagining you yearning and pining and daydreaming the way I so often did about you. Licking my lips, only able to manage a nod (c)

[I followed your lead, admiring the place you’d made home, and trying my best to pay attention to what you were telling me. But my thoughts were running rampant, my nerves on high, still so shocked that I was here with you and that you were willing to do so much for me. (c)

— @LewdPerversion

[Sir… Professor… I didn’t mind either one. Both a reminder that you were very much in charge here. But I’d keep your preference in mind so that I didn’t make you feel old, even though I admired the subtle hints of gray daring to peek out on your sideburns. Nodding before (c)

[Patient, not letting myself get worked up when it seems I might have to knock a second time. Double checking my own phone to ensure I had arrived right before the requested time, still glancing down when the door finally opens. Lips parting in surprise when I looked up (c)

my dorm and change into something more suitable than my sweatpants and baggy Princeton t-shirt. I opted for a slim fitting, all-white knit dress that made me feel like an actual model with the way it hugged my body. Hair down, so that my tresses bounced while I walked (c)