Chase's dick was as impenetrable as a stone. It picked itself up inside his underwear, without warning and at full speed moreover. He just sat there in his chair, appearing to be when in fact, deep down in the bounds of his feelings, he was lusting after his good-looking lecture, Mila Brooks.

She seemed to be in a sociable mood today. Her cheeks were glowing and lenient; her eyes flickered with cheeriness; while her lips steadily twirled into an ecstatic smile. Whenever Mila stared at Chase, he was dared to conclude that she was smiling at him peculiarly. Was she not in any event?

Mila's clothes were virtually irresistible just like herself. This afternoon, she was putting on an exquisite mini dress that held on to her skin intimately. Her legs were stripped nude and lovely; her behind? It looked seductive to the degree that a minor rocking of it from side to side of it made Chase's erect dick stiffen all the more. He craved to stroke her wondrous skin and pinch her butts too. He would carry this out at any opportunity that would made available to him.

At last, the classroom was vacant and hushed. Chase was settled in his chair by himself, silently glancing over his open textbook and getting lost in thought over the eerie erections that had disturbed him during Mila Brooks' class in the afternoon. Was it sane for him to lust after her this irrepressible way? He sought to turn a blind eye to everything regardless.

Her high-heels pierced the floor sharply and step by step. She was clothed in her arousing underwear and bra, lifting in her hand a huge bag filled with a bunch of stuff inside it. Sure. She was going to dance on her own inside the deserted Criminal Investigations classroom while some notes of silver-toned music played loudly. It was quiet and desolate besides. The setting was precisely what she required to do her disco dancing thing. She had all the time been intrigued with this whole idea after all.

When Mila thrust the door open, Chase was pressed to jump out of his seat for dread of happening upon the feared. Were not all the students and lecturers vanished? Who could have tarried at the university up till this time in the night? Maybe it was one of those souls of the dead that had been long whispered to patronize the institution and those who had the nerve to settle around here at night?

Much to his trauma, the shape manifesting before his eyes was not that chilling or terrifying enough. She was enchanting in every way believable, her lengthy strands of hair littered carelessly down her shoulders. Her eyes were aglow likewise; her cheeks looking extremely delicate and womanly to just gawp at. Was she genuinely human, or a mere spook?

Madam Brooks, Chase addressed the lady in outright astonishment.

Chase Hughes, she declared back while laying down her bulky bag on the table located in the first tier.

"I was not thinking likely to see you here."

"I as well thought the same of you."

"You are by yourself. Doesn't that make you fearful?"

"Fearful of what, Chase?"

"The unnamed; you know them, don't you?"

"Tell me something. What time do you generally pack your bags from this place?"

"I have got no clear-cut time for that />
"I get it. Well, as you must be aware, I consistently come here in this classroom at night to do my own class of disco dancing. Its a pity that I have to run into you tonight. If you dont take offence at me, I shall be asking you to leave right now."

"Right away, you mean to say."

"I am serious about it, kid."

Kid? How dare Mila styled Chase in that manner? He was not a kid anymore for goodness sake. But a manan actual and stout gentleman; one that was fitted to fuck her up mercilessly and get her belly filled up with child.

"Listen, Madam Brooks. I am not an infant or young lad or anything that sort for you to be dubbing me a kid. Don't you know that I can make you pregnant? I mean no kid has ever impregnated an adult; or is there one that has ever accomplished that?"

Mila was outraged and appalled at the same time. How dare he had the audacity to voice this to her? Much to her alarm, as he was stating this, he marched close towards her like he was going to eventually grip her and thrust her towards himself. She backed away from him at observing this, speedily reaching into her carrier for a bottle of aching pepper spray. If he was going to shift that close enough, he was unquestionably going to feel sorry about acting it.

"What are you seeking to do? To rape me cold-bloodedly, is that it, Chase?" As she voiced this, she leveled her pepper spray menacingly straight at Chase. He stopped walking right then to stare at her vaguely.

"I would never do that, madam." His words were heartfelt and moving as well.

She gazed at him to read his motives, if there were any exhibited on his face. There were none, she realized. For that, she couldnt correctly tell. He might actually be thinking out to sexually abuse her, or he might not be.

"You don't have faith in me, or do you, Madam Brooks?" The way you are looking at me..you are making it all seem as if I am some iniquitous culprit that one can never get to lean on. Well, you are erroneous if you are holding that of me. I am a sound and accountable man, I must assure you. I don't get to see women as nothing but sexual devices to be mauled and knocked about as one feels like. Thank you for your time in any case. With that, he was vanished, making haste with his bag clinched in hand furiously.

An extract from Mila's diary:

Sweetie, I am in love with you. God knows how deeply and bottomless this love of mine for you is. Happening on you in my life, it is like a blessing and favor from heaven which I cannot stand to renounce or turn down. Ever since that memorable day that you turned up in my life, my world has swung round upside down. I love you, sweetie. I would work out anything just for you. Anything, I repeat. So long as it is right-thinking and doable.

Before you showed up in my life, I was friendless and companionless. I had fine, dependable friends to be decent speaking; friends and people who care and give a damn about me like they unquestionably should. But with you, it is all different. That day that you are finally–if you ever will–going to step out of my life and world altogether, I will assuredly go through an agonizing time; but, just like with all commonplace and fresh cuts and wounds, time unquestionably does mend our sufferings and soreness.

Sweetie, I am not going to depart from you if you don't flee from me. If you stay with me, I will bide my time by your loved side as well. If you disappear from my life, I will have no other selection than begin things anew.

Life is loyal and disloyal at the same time. People are dedicated and false-hearted in the same breath. Our feelings are reliable and untruthful moreover at definite times. But our hearts and conscious, they are every time true-hearted and attached to the real us. We don't have to lie or fool ourselves here. We are not the ones who have fallen in love. Both our conscious and hearts have done this.

I am prepared and in liberated favor of submitting myself to you and taking orders that you specifically furnish to me. I will never lay or place myself above you. I am under your affection and care and guardianship. You are my sweetheart; my ego; my passion; my lord. I pledge to never take issue and any fights against you on matters dealing with my own self-interest and guilt. I do get self-interested at times just like everyone else out there. But I to finish get and ashamed like the others. Forgive me if I annoy you please.

Before your advent into my being, I was silently wishing for a man; one who would seriously love me; one who would take excellent care of me; one who would love me for who I genuinely am and not what he wants me to evolve into. I would never change myself for any man. I will simply be who I am, and merely acknowledge my errors and then seek to rectify them more importantly. I am aware that I am not all things right and desirable. But then no one is unflawed and stainless as steel in this existent world of ours.

I am beautiful and delightful, I don't disagree with this. You are handsome and sensational, I cannot alter that. My body shall be yours freely, and yours shall be mine in barter. That is just how God made it. Whatever your sexual longings and appetites concerning me, it shall be my responsibilities and obligations to satisfy them. But then this has got its own well-suited time. I accept you as my head, and I am your attendant.

Preserving this body of mine just for you has never been a simple thing. There were numerous but rare times, I must come clean, when I would have easily yielded myself to other men out there, but only God knows why He stepped in and aided me to keep up my virginity at such perilous times when I was under-strength and faulty. Things could have happened by a nails gap. But nothing did happen at the end of the day.

I can perfectly relate to what it truly is to be in a man's shoes. You are a man just like the trendy crowd out there. Whether things did come to happen intentional or unplanned with you, I don't care. Yes, I don't mind at all. For this basis, no woman out there shall prevail to wrest you away from me on grounds of sleeping with you. She will not find me any childs play easy or no bit of trouble on her part. Even if she goes to bed with you untold and measureless times, you will unfailingly be in my heart, for bliss for happiness, for pain for suffering.

I know. It might sound stupid and ridiculous that I am saying all this. But life is exactly like this. In every relationship, there is love and sex. I will be open with you here, sweetie. I love you. Not for sex or anything. Even if there was no sex or anything close to it in this world, I would still love you seriously. Why, you may wonder? You have got every right to be loved by me; or anyone else other than me.

They say that no man is independent and idle. Meaning? That no man is without a lady or woman to embrace and cling himself to. Would I be paralyzed if I realized that there is another woman there in your life, vying and contesting with me for your thoughtfulness, care, and support? I wouldn't be any disturbed or scared about such. Life plays this game at all of us. If I have to be serious with you, I must know how to play my cards timely and for what exact purposes.

Welcome to the world of love, once again. This saying (in this paragraph) goes to me.

Sweetie, have a wonderful night. With love. From me. That surely is.

story by: Liv Beornwulf

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Author: Liv Beornwulf

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