absolutelycocky, Author at NSFW story

student || teacher

He took one look at her, standing there in front of her, all 5 feet of her barely reaching his chest, and smirked.

‘Good things really do come in small packages, don’t they?’

She was indeed a good girl, never missing a class, and always finishing her work on time, but despite that, her grades didn’t reflect that great work ethic. He was positive he taught well, his students were regularly among the best in the school; maybe she just needed more time…

‘They really do, came her reply, softly, accompanied by a shy smile.

God damn. He knew this was wrong, but fuck, she was cute. Her dark brown, wavy hair framed the softest face, complimented by perfectly blue eyes and lips kept nearly nude. A silver septum ring pierced her nose, accenting her clean appearance with a nice edge, and the rest of her outfit seemed to follow suit. A grey cardigan draped over her petite body, covering up a tight black, low cut shirt, and she finished off the outfit with a pair of thin plaid pants, adding a retro touch.. So clean, almost too clean, she brought back the edge to finish off her outfit with a pair of knee high socks, disappearing into a pair of the smallest Doc Martens you’ll ever see. Read more »

Coping Mechanisms

Months away, days spent alone, she wondered how she could stay sane. Of course life was there to be lived, responsibilities to take care of, but the thoughts always seemed to creep in when she closed that door. Memories, fantasies, dreams enveloped her, as if the doorway were a threshold between her professional life, her organized, calculated, logical mind and the invasive chaos that gripped her every time she thought of him. As if an out of body experience, she laid down in her bed, thoughts invading, in control. Her hands sliding down her chest, teasing the waistband of her pants, vision fading to darkness as she let the fantasies take control. Let him take control.

His body, his hands, dominating her mi-..

-bzzz-

‘Dammit!’ she thought, her clouded mind startled back to reality, senses heightened as she worriedly glanced to her phone. The glow of the screen pierced through the darkness, temporarily blinding her as she tried to regain control of her body

‘… I thought I had that set to silent….

Attempting to regain focus, she reached for out it, haphazardly swiping through her notifications, left, right, Instagram, texts from her friends, til one practically stopped her heart right there Read more »

unexpected. [mf]

She knew from the moment she replied to the snap she was in for a night; her chat history spoke to what she was.
Who she was.
The girl with the lethal smile, the girl the guys loved and the girls wished they were.
Petite, charming, witty.

Dangerous.

Hardly a minute went by after she’d put her phone down, and there was a buzz from her door. the surprise had her almost dropping her vape she unwrapped her nearly nude body from the clutches of the sheets, excitedly jumping up from her bed. the buzz was abruptly followed by some knocks, and then her name, echoing as she bounded down the hall.

He was a unassuming guy, average height, weight, but upon opening the door she found herself consumed by his presence. arms wrapped tightly around her in an embrace as she melted into him.

‘Are you ever fully dressed?’ he asked, pleasantly surprised
‘Where’s the fun in that?’ was her reply, as she was released from his grasp, motioning for him to follow as she walked back inside, the tone in her voice setting a playful mood. He followed her lead, the pair going back deeper into the house, a modest bungalow, air thick with vapor and smelling quite strongly of weed. Read more »

transit.

He always found the back of the bus more comfortable than the front, quieter, more isolated.

Perfect for when you need that time alone.

She got on the bus at the next stop, wandering down the aisle, looking for an empty seat. Not easy at 6pm on a Friday, everyone just dying to get home. The heat didn’t help either. 100 degrees and climbing.

Humid.

In a bus like this, inpatient, disgruntled people everywhere?

Hell.

Continuing past the middle aged office workers, the students heading back from uni, and the moms fighting losing battles with their kids, she headed towards the sanctity of the back.

He looked up as she passed, a pale, blonde haired girl, her pierced lip and choker catching his eye. His mind had been wandering all day, and it now found itself dancing around her presence. Averted his gaze as she looked around for a seat, although their eyes met when she scanned in his direction.

‘Back of the bus again, eh?, she remarked, smirking, as she settled in, choosing the seat in the corner. Read more »