LOGINGood grades and a great future was all Arabella Hale had in mind when starting college. Well, that was until she laid eyes on her English Professor Luc Paxton. A complete eye-candy. His domineering presence made her quiver and make her throbbing pussy ache for him ever the more; imagining the most dirtiest and intimate thoughts to run through her mind about him. He helped her save herself from a fearful and horrific past, but he doesn't even know. This secret crush was never to be revealed, that is until Arabella makes when the devastating mistake of writing a list full of her dirty secrets, that will reveal her intimate thoughts of him. Was it so devastating? Especially when he says, "strip, and get on the desk!" My heart was hammering in my chest and I could feel the palms for my hands start to become clammy. Did I just hear him correctly? Had he really just say the words, 'strip, and get on the desk,' I replayed the words over in my head, starring back at him slightly dumbfounded, my head slightly titled to the side. I opened my mouth to question him but all that managed to come out was a strangled whimper. “Did I stutter, Miss Hale," he rasped to me
View MoreArabella HaleMy heart was hammering in my chest and I could feel the palms for my hands start to become clammy. Did I just hear him correctly?
Arabella HaleI had no idea how I managed to get through the time between this morning and my classes. I dreading how things will go today.I weren’t saying that time had been productive. In the least. But I hadn’t driven myself to insanity. I also had not received any horrific emails from the Dean’s office, I kept checking my phone every minute this morning. And so I figured Professor Paxton hadn’t reported me… at least I hoped he hadn’t.
Arabella HaleI lay in bed that night dreading my future. He could be reading my list right now, at this every moment. What was he thinking? What is he going to go? I groaned into my pillow. I wished every thing that happened today was nothing more than a dream, one I wish I would be able to wake up from it, right now. Why did he have to be insanely attrative? Why did I have to have crush on him? Why out of all the names in the world, I put down Professor Luc Paxton.I screamed into my poor pillow and hit it. I'll be saying goodbye to academic years tomorrow. Why couldn't this be a dream? I could feel tears starting to built up in my eyes. I wanted to be a qualified writer. It was dream, well, one of my dreams. My first dream, it couldn't be achieved. I was tormented with hate and mistreatment it crushed both that dream and myself. I just moved onto the next available one. Now, it
Arabella HaleI tried to pull myself together. I had gotten no where with any of my plans. I checked his door about five times already, while he was away, but it always locked. I was paranoid every time. My hands were shaking and sweaty as I tried to turn the knob during each of the times. I could hear my heart hitting against my ribs, ready to rip out off my chest.After each time, I reminded myself to wipe of any handprints I could have left off. In my paranoid state, weird conclusions about him had drawn into mind like he would do some sort of forsenic analysis on his door knob, if he had suspected anyone to be rumaging through his belongings. I sighed.Brina gasped "Ok look he just got into a classroom," she shaked my shoulders bringing me back to reality but I groaned."What's the use? He has the door locked," I sighed, "Doesn't hurt to





