Forbidden Passion I've always been interested in men who were older than me. From the age I began considering sex, I had been lusting after men in their twenties and thirties. So, naturally, when I met my college professor Mr. Ryles, I could barely contain myself. Being a fairly shy girl, I spent most of class keeping myself from staring, mortified that he would notice. He was in his late twenties, 6'2", he had shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes that electrified every part of me through his gaze. I wanted him desperately, but I was sure it would never happen. Why would he notice me, a plain brunette with C-cups who's still a virgin, over the slutty blonde double D's that seemed to flood the school? I had a nice body, I thought, but nothing to obsess over. I was just average.. That all changed, however, when one day after class he asked me to stay back and have a little "chat" with him. "Damn," I thought, "He must know... But how?" "Kristina, do you know why I've asked you to stay back today?" he asked, as he walked slowly towards me. "I, uh ... No, sir..." I sheepishly replied. I thought I saw his eyes flick quickly from my eyes to my tits. "Don't call me that," He demanded with a hoarser voice than usual. Was this truly what I thought it was? Could Mr. Ryles really be attracted to me? I thought of all the times I thought we held gazes for just a little longer than usual, or the comments he wrote on my essays that seemed so innocent at the time, like "Sounds.. exciting," when I wrote about my past employment as a maid. I thought of all the times I ignored these signs and how desperately I wanted him to take me. I must have started blushing because he asked, "Kristina, have I embarassed you? I'm very sorry if that sounded stern, I didn't mean to worry you. …but everything was about to change
