My Stepdaddy Is My Sexy Professor
His voice
The next morning, I was pulled from my restless sleep by the sound of my mom’s voice. She stood at the door, trying to rouse me from bed. It was my first day at the new university she had enrolled me in, but I didn’t feel like getting up. The idea of starting over —new classes, new people —felt more like a burden than an opportunity.
Kathrin(FL's mom)
Isabella, wake up. It’s your first day of college, don’t be late
Mom called out, her voice edged with the usual mix of sternness and impatience.
I arched my brows in irritation but kept the blanket firmly over my head. I knew she wouldn’t waste her time trying to convince me to get up. She had her own busy schedule, her own priorities. Sure enough, after a few moments of silence, I could not hear her voice.
I sighed deeply, pulling the blanket tighter around me. The last thing I wanted to think about was college. All I could focus on was the memory of the night before, which played on a loop in my mind. The echoes of their moans still reverberated in my head, sending a shiver through me. The image of Ezekiel, his figure barely visible in the dim light, refused to leave me.
The memory made my body feel hot, a heat that spread through me despite the coolness of the morning. Without thinking, my hand drifted up to touch my chest, my fingers brushing against my skin. The sensation was electric, and for a moment, I was lost in the memory of him. But just as quickly, I snapped out of it, jolting as I heard a voice that wasn’t supposed to be there.
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already late enough.... won't hurt to let her sleep a few moments more.. /Hey/
2024-09-09
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