Sometimes, life catches you with your pants down.
Determined to make it on her own, college dropout Pene Rodgers works in a café during the day and in the evening, models nude in the university art studio.
University psych professor Doctor Riley Tucker wants to see firsthand whether rumors about the art professor are true. Is the man as sick as people say? Joining the all-male class, Riley’s fascinated by the dynamics. Shocked that the instructor cows the poor nude model, Riley defends and encourages her, doing what he can to tip the balance of power in the room.
But instead of simply empowering the young woman, Riley falls for her indomitable spirit.
And instead of only fueling whack-off sessions, Pene finds her own needs for companionship and affection filled.
But after a thirty-six year marriage, Riley’s developed some bad relationship habits that don’t quite jive with Pene’s expectations.
What will it take to make their relationship last?
(Mature audiences: contains adult language and situations)
Low. I don't actively market currently.
A chair sat near my platform, and as I moved into it for the break, the harsh robe bristled against my nipples. Flinching, I fought the urge to shed the robe and cup my own breasts. My hard nipples ached, but what they ached for wasn't sexual. That ache had been building further down. A trip to the toilet for tension-taming was tempting —Yes, I'm “alliterate.” I’m also bored. Instead, I let my eyes fall to my hands, open in my lap.
When I looked back up, Mr. E.D. was studying me. His eyes crinkled as he smiled and walked toward me.
“Cold up there, huh?”
“It showed?”
His deep chuckle made me wetter, and I pressed my thighs together, rolling my eyes, trying to blow off his comment and my arousal.
“Must feel good, though.”
When he didn't continue, I prompted. “What? Freezing?”
There was that crotch-drenching, deep chuckle again.
“You're funny. No, the power of holding six men in your sway.”
“I'm sorry, what?”
“Well, I'd say eight but Dr. Mandan is watching us watch you, and Jeff doesn't care either way.” He nodded his head toward Periphery, or Jeff as I'd now been told, who was focused on his sketchbook. “You stand up there naked in a power pose.” He shook his head and closed his eyes. “Incredible.” He looked at me again, a shine in his perfect blue eyes. “Like we're looking at Athena in her immaculate flesh.”
I swallowed, trying to wet my very dry mouth, while pressing my legs together, hoping I didn't leave a pool on the seat.
“Magnificent, very sexy and far beyond the reach of us mere mortals. You are a powerful woman.” He flashed one more perfect smile at me before returning to his chair.
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Translated by Maria Cardoso
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Author review: Maria was great to work with. Easy to communicate with too. We'd touch bases from time to time so I knew how things were going. She was also willing to check around to help me with some idioms. We found some alternates that worked. |
