Hazel Grace - Wet Dream About Professor

Hazel Grace – Wet Dream About Professor

I get up and get ready for school.

You wake up and get ready for school.

You walk to class and sit down, then look at the professor. He is looking back at you but not smiling. You lock eyes with him, put your hands on your hips and lean forward as if to say something. He looks away from you briefly before returning his gaze to meet yours again without saying anything either. You look at him with a blank expression now because you’re confused about what just happened between the two of you; he seems serious about something but there’s no doubt that he’s still attracted to me!

As I walk to the class, Professor looks at me and walked to me.

“I want you to come with me.” He said as he takes my hand and leads me out of the room. The hall was empty so nobody saw us walking together, but still I could feel their eyes burning holes in our backs.

“Are we going somewhere?” I asked, trying to hold back my excitement as he led me out of the building into a secluded corner away from everybody else. His actions were exciting enough but now that we are alone for once in our lives was something new for both of us.

He faced me after closing all doors behind him and looked deep into my eyes with his piercing stare that could melt anyone who is exposed under his gaze for long periods of time without blinking even once or blink only when needed because blinking too much would cause brain damage due to lack of oxygen reaching brain cells which causes them to die off leaving no other options left except death if person does not get help soon enough before complete loss occurs thus causing death by default without needing any other external factors involved due after first step which starts with blinking too much until there is nothing left anymore but dead cells everywhere dying faster than expected causing rapid decay rate within hours instead minutes or seconds depending on severity level;

Professor put his hands on my waist.

Professor put his hands on my waist. I am going to go crazy if he doesn’t do anything else.

His eyes locked with mine, and for a moment, I could see the thoughts behind them: that we should stop—that this was a bad idea—but then he leaned in and kissed me anyway.

It felt like everything had been leading up to this moment, but it also felt like it was happening too fast; I wasn’t ready yet!

I am going to go crazy if he doesn’t do anything else.

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I am going to go crazy if he doesn’t do anything else.

His eyes locked with mine.

“I want him to kiss me,” you said, your voice a whisper. “I want him to touch me.” You paused, then added, “I don’t know what I want him to do next but whatever it is, I hope he does it quickly.”

You closed your eyes as if in prayer and I could just hear in my mind what you were saying: “And if he has time after that, can he please keep doing it?”