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Less than a year ago, I returned to my professional career as a professor at a small university after several years as a stay-at-home mom. When I interviewed for this position, one of the people I met with was Dylan, also a professor in the same field. Dylan and I had classes together in grad school years previously, but didn’t know each other well. In short, Dylan is gorgeous. Tall, chiseled body, perfect ass, and tattoos (although I wouldn’t know this until later)…think GQ or Calvin Klein. This man does not belong in academia. There was mild tension in that first interview, but I couldn’t definitively pinpoint the electricity and energy I was feeling. Fast forward a few weeks, and amateur hardcore galleries I’m starting my new job. Dylan is tasked with training me in karups ha galleries some institution specific procedures, so for a couple hours every day, it’s just the two of us. We both have sarcastic, witty, and irreverent personalities, and become fast friends. In addition to thoroughly enjoying his company, I also appreciate that Dylan frequently wears tight pants that not only show off his perfect ass but make the outline of his big cock clearly visible. I barely tried to hide the fact that I was staring. I typically have a rule about keeping business and pleasure separate, but dammit, I wanted him. We continued to be mildly flirty but mostly platonic friends until late one night when we were chatting online. Flirty evolved into explicit conversation and dirty pictures. As Mark Twain said, "I realize that from the cradle up I have been like the rest of the race–never quite sane in the night." We talked about turning our late night fantasies into a reality the next day during lunch, but by the light of day, things got awkward. I felt like total shit for being inappropriate and likely ruining a friendship and creating an uncomfortable work situation. We both took some time to decompress over a weekend, and by the following Monday, the weirdness had mostly died down and our friendship seemed to be getting back on track. I apologized ad nauseum for making things weird, and Dylan suggested that we hug it out. That hug was long and intense and electric and left me in tears. I had no idea why I was starting to cry other than that’s how I deal free pictures of naked amateurs with overwhelming emotions, and the karupsdb energy between us was beyond overwhelming. For the next couple of weeks, we continued these hugging sessions. Never more than hugging, yet these were some of the most passionate moments that I had ever experienced. Our faces would be so close that dozens of times, I was convinced he was about to kiss me. When we pulled each other really close, I could feel him getting hard against me, and I’ve never wanted anybody as much as I wanted him. The connection that we had was palpable in every sense of the word. One afternoon, he was holding me so tight and so close, I finally worked up the nerve to ask if I could kiss him. He nodded, and I tasted him for the first time. He was an incredible kisser, and we had so much pent up attraction and intensity to channel into that first, overt sexual act. It was the kindof kiss that sends electricity through your entire body. At the time, I thought it was because I’d been wanting it and wanting him for so long, but it’s been months and his lips still send chills down my spine. We’d gotten into the habit of spending our lunch hour in his office every day. As soon as the door closed the following day, we immediately pulled each other close and started to kiss again. It was the kind of urgent holding and groping you’d expect from a couple of horny teenagers….not 30-something English professors. Since we’d only had our first kiss the day before, I wasn’t expecting much more that day…mostly because we were still trying (kindof) to resist each other, but somehow we ended up on the floor. I was on top of him, and it all became a blur of touching and grabbing and holding, but at some point, his pants were off. Weeks earlier, before I really thought I’d ever know for sure, he’d told me I should "temper my expectations"…as soon as I grabbed him, my immediate thought was "he lied." His cock was so big, thick, and throbbing. I started running my tongue around the tip before wrapping my lips around him and taking it all into the back of my throat. I think I give amazing head, but his cock is the biggest that’s ever been in my mouth, so it took some adjusting and hands squeezing the base while I massaged the pulsing veins with my tongue. I stopped occasionally to kiss him some more, and I asked him what he wanted to do. He said I could have anything I wanted, and I told him I wanted to fuck him if he was ready for that. I was wearing tight black pants and a lacy g-string. He watched me take them off and climb back on top of him. We didn’t have condoms, and at that point, neither of us cared. I was so wet that his cock slid right in and filled me completely up. I started off riding him slow until I was used to his size and then it got faster, deeper, and harder. I felt myself getting closer and buried my face in his into his neck when I started to cum, bc It was so hard and so intense that I knew I’d be moaning way too loudly if I didn’t (the walls are paper thin). Afterwards, I practically collapsed on top of him. He flipped me onto the bottom and started fucking me hard, until he exploded inside of me. We hadn’t been expecting or planning this, so we weren’t prepared. There was cum everywhere and nothing to clean up with. I used my tiny underwear to wipe away as much cum as I could as it dripped out of me. I put my pants back on and went commando. At some point I put the cum-filled panties in a desk drawer and forgot about them….finding them weeks later when looking for something work related (filthy). And so began months of mindblowing, white hot sex…despite our space and privacy limitations, we got progressively kinkier and filthier. Within weeks, we let go of all inhibitions and embraced our hour each day of being dirty freaks. On the desk, bent over the desk, in the ass, licking, biting, sucking, hair-pulling….nothing was off limits. LaciviousLibrarian