Disciplinary Action 2: Reprimanded (Slave to Authority)
Free Fuck (An Erotic Gangbang)
Getting Off
I Fucked the Swamp Creature! (Monster Sex)
I Fucked the Wolfman! (Monster Sex)
I Fucked the Mummy! (Monster Sex)
I Fucked Dracula! (Monster Sex)
I Fucked Frankenstein’s Monster! (Monster Sex)
I Fucked the Invisible Man! (Monster Sex)
I Fucked Cthulhu! (Monster Sex/Tentacle Sex)
I Fucked a Zombie Horde! (Monster Sex/Gangbang Erotica)
The Little Virgin Mermaid (An Erotic Fairytale Parody)
Missionary Position
Ms. Gina Fucks the Football Team (Fantasy Roadtrip #1)
My Best Friend’s Brother
My Best Friend’s Brother 2
My Best Friend’s Brother 3
My Best Friend’s Daddy
My Best Friend’s Pussy
Spying on the Neighbors
Sucking Santa’s Candy Cane (Holiday Whores)
Taking Him By Force
Taking His Cherry (Holiday Whores)
Tit for Tat
Tricks for Treats (Holiday Whores)
The XXX-Files (An Erotic Sci Fi Parody)
Yes, Professor
Gay
The Bear and the Scout Master (M/m BDSM Erotica)
Fucked by Father Daniels (MM Erotica)
Gay for the Stay: A Schoolboy Confession
Hit the Showers
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BONUS MATERIAL
Here’s a sneak peak at Delilah Fawkes’ best selling student/teacher erotica story, Yes, Professor:
“Goddamn it, Emily!” Professor Blackwell slammed his fist onto his desk, sending papers spilling off the edge. “How many times do I have to repeat myself? Get it done right this time or get the hell out of my office!”
Emily nodded and looked down at her clasped hands. She’d done it again—forgotten to enter the grades into the new system. Now she’d have to redo everything.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” The professor moved around the desk, now so close to her that she could smell the light musk of his cologne.
She sucked in a breath, afraid to speak for the moment. When he was close like this, she could barely think. He was so devastatingly handsome, especially for an older man. His sandy hair was graying at the temples, but she could tell that beneath his tweed jacket and button up shirt he was still strong—his body hard from years of exercise. She’d asked to be his TA specifically to be closer to him, but when he was in a temper like this, he made her feel like a child.
“I’m waiting, Emily.”
She shivered at the deep edge in his voice. That tone always meant he was deadly serious.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
She winced. How could she have forgotten that, too? “I’m sorry, Professor.”
He always demanded that she call him that, never dropping the icy informality even when they were alone together after class. Truth be told, she enjoyed it. It made him seem even more distinguished. More untouchable.
“What am I supposed to do with you? You can’t follow even the simplest instructions, can you, girl?”
His eyes raked over her body, and she felt the heat rising in her cheeks under his scrutiny. She looked up into his hazel eyes. They darkened as his gaze dropped to her tight sweater and below to her short, pleated skirt. Heat pooled between her legs, and she bit her lip. God, he was sexy. How does he do this to me when he’s acting so cold?
He stepped closer, towering over her. “Maybe a punishment is in order. Perhaps that will improve your memory.”
She shivered at his tone, low and dangerous. “A punishment?”
He raised an eyebrow.
Shit. “I mean, a punishment, Professor?”
He ran a hand over his lips, looking her over once again. “Yes, I think so. You definitely need to learn some discipline.”
Without saying a word, he crossed the room and pulled down the shade on his office door. The lock snapped shut.
“Professor, I-“
“Silence.”
She closed her mouth as he turned slowly around.
“You will be quiet until I tell you to speak.”
He walked around her in a slow circle, his brow knitted in concentration. She had to urge to cover herself, even though she was fully clothed. The way he was staring unnerved her. What was he going to do? The building was usually empty at this time of night except for janitors and the occasional student teacher grading papers. Would anyone hear her if she screamed? She crossed her arms over her chest.
“No. Hands at your sides until I decide what’s to be done with you.”
She complied, moving her hands to her sides even as she wondered if she should make a break for it. He stopped behind her. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. Despite her anxiety, she wanted to reach back and touch him, to run her hands over those strong thighs, but she held still, her hands balled into fists. What is wrong with me?
“You’re a very beautiful girl, Emily, but looks won’t get you anywhere in this world.”
He swept her dark hair over her shoulder, and she trembled beneath his rough fingertips. His thumb trailed over her throat.
“A girl like you needs discipline. Isn’t that right? You may speak.”
She was breathless. Just that simple touch made her pussy throb. She should be afraid, not turned on, but she couldn’t help her body’s response to this man.
“Yes, Professor.”
“Good,” he whispered in her ear. “It’s something you crave, isn’t it, when you’re alone with your thoughts? Something you’ve wanted for a long time…”
She suppressed a moan at those words. The power behind them filled her with longing. She’d fantasized about him for so long. Wanted him to do whatever he wanted with her, but she could never bring herself to tell him. He was her Professor. She thought he’d never look at her the way she looked at him.
“Yes… Professor.”
He wrapped his hand gently through her hair, then gave it one sharp yank. “Do you trust me to give it to you?”
She gasped. Did she trust him? The heat between her legs said she did.
“I trust you, Professor.”
“Very good.” He moved away from her, and the air behind her felt cold and empty. “Bend over my desk, Emily. Put your hands flat in front of you, and hold still.”
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At His Insistence
By
Delilah Fawkes
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At His Insistence
Copyright 2012 by Delilah Fawkes
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