(WARNING: Sexually explicit material below and not for children under 18 years of age)

Matt is the kind of guy that makes you lose your train of thought just by being in the same room with you, and it’s incredibly inconvenient. Every time I realize that I’ve lapse into a daydream about him, I bite my nails and count to ten, like a smoker trying to quit.

It’s like guys like him are made in a lab specifically to turn the savviest would-be scientist into a horny preteen, which means I have absolutely no chance. I cross my legs and bite my nails, trying ease the constant pressure that seems to always pile on my clit these days.

It’s not even like English Lit is that riveting. I’ve never heard of any one getting hot while reading Hawthorne and Thoreau, so I can’t even use that as an excuse. Nope, Matt gets me hot, no doubt about it, and every day after class I have to run to my dorm and get off before I explode.

I glance at Matt from behind my hair. He has dark hair and blue eyes, and the kind of slight body that is a far cry from the foot ball player physique I’m usually attracted to. Since high school I’ve gotten used to dating guys who are bigger and taller than me. I need a guy that can give as good as he can get, and it’s usually the football type that can pick me up and fuck me against the wall just the way I like.

But Matt has this lanky look that makes me want to make an exception.

I want to do more than just fuck him. Sex is easy to find on a college campus. What I want is to strip him down and feel the heat of his skin, and ride him as he watches me with those deep blue eyes.

It’s just my luck that he sits right next to me in class. I’m barely hanging on to a C, and I have no idea what’s going to be on the midterm next week, all because I’m always thinking about Matt. The teacher, an ancient relic who should’ve retired in the 60’s, insists on assigned seating in all his classes, although half the students have already dropped out and the class is nearly empty. I have the sneaking suspicion that he does this because he can’t remember our names, though it doesn’t seem to be helping. Every time I go to his office for help he looks at me like he’s never seen me before, and I have to remind him who I am. But the seating arrangement is non-negotiable. This means, of course, that with Matt’s last name starting with an O, and mine with an N, we are destined to sit together until the end of the semester.

It wouldn’t be so bad if he wasn’t so hot.

Whenever I’m coherent enough to make conversation, we talk about the material before class and compare notes, and fill each other in when the other is absent. We have become what some may call Classroom Friends, two people united to achieve a common goal for three months and then never speak to each other again after that.

“Hey Amy, you’re biting your nails again,” Matt whispers in my ear when class is over, making me jump a little. He has a deeper voice than anyone would guess, and it always throws me off. His question makes me groan a little.

Of course I bite my nails, I think. It’s the only thing that keeps me from jumping your bones in front of the entire class. I’m sure the teacher would object to that. But of course I don’t say that. I don’t think Matt is aware that I want him, and speaking my thoughts out loud isn’t the exact way to start. Instead I scramble for an answer as we walk out of the classroom, trying to keep from looking into his face for the sake of coherency. “Just a little worried I guess.”

“About what?”

“I don’t know. Take your pick. Global warming, getting a job after graduation, Thirsty Thursdays.”

“Why Thirsty Thursdays?”

“I never know whether to go and risk getting groped by an overweight biker or sneaking alcohol into the dorms.”

“And getting a job? You’re not graduating for another two years.”

“Like that matters. A degree these days is not worth the paper it’s printed on.”

He laughs, flashing me his killer smile in the process, and I melt a little inside.

“Wow, you worry a lot. How do you sleep?”

“Standing up in my closet with a textbook clutched in my hands.”

“That’s funny. Why a text book?”

“I learn through osmosis.”

“I should try that. I didn’t know college girls were so stressed.”

“Are you kidding? I’m considering dropping out and becoming a dominatrix.”

The words are out of my mouth before I can stop myself. So much for not speaking my thoughts out loud. I mentally kick myself and look at him, hoping he missed that. But there’s no chance of that. He’s already stopped walking and is looking at me strangely, with a raised eyebrow. Thankfully no one else heard. We’re both standing in the stairwell alone and out of earshot, so no one else caught my blunder.

“That’ll be interesting to see.”

I roll my eyes and try to be nonchalant about it, but I can’t miss the smoldering look he’s giving me.

“Sorry Matt, my leather corset is in the shop.”

“Oh, come on, you can’t just say something like that and walk away. I’d pay to have you as my dominatrix.”

My jaw drops. I can’t believe what he’s saying. Can it really be this easy?

“You wouldn’t be able to handle it,” I say.

“Why not?”

“Because you seem like the kind of guy that hasn’t done anything wilder than oral.”

He grimaces. “Ok, true, but I doubt there’s anything you’d do that would send me running.”

“That’s what you think.”

He smiles at the challenge in my tone, and puts his hands out to me, a mischievous look in his eyes. “Tie me, please.”

“You’re on.”


A dorm room, I realize, is no place for romance. Between the beige, concrete walls and the twin sized bed, it’s a room more suited for writing angry letters to the government than a night of hot kinky sex, but that afternoon I try to make the best of it.

Thankfully my roommate graduated early, so I have the entire room to myself with no risk that someone will walk in. The last thing I need is an interruption while I’m busy violating every inch of Matt’s body.

I strip the mattress and put down only a blue fitted sheet, and then I pull the bed to the middle of the room. Then I run around and hide clothes and those little things that are on the floor in my closet.

When I’m done I go take a shower. I’m nervous and jittery, so the hot water will definitely help me unwind.

“Hot date tonight?” My dorm mate Julia asks when I walk into the bathroom. She’s the only person there, washing her hands.

“How can you tell?” I ask.

“The look of absolute fear in your eyes.”

I try to take a deep breath as I undress behind the stalls.

“It’s not really a date. It’s this guy from my class. He’s super delicious and I don’t think I can go through with it.”

“Oh I’m sure it’ll be fine. What are you doing?”

“I’m tying him to my bed and fucking his brains out.”

For a few seconds I don’t hear anything, and then the shower curtain opens and Julia is watching me as I scrub my skin. There is no point in being modest. There is enough girl on girl action in this dorm to make even the most uptight virgin loosen up and try something new.

Julia likes to be fingered standing up, with two fingers in her cunt and one in her ass. If you’re nice enough to suck her clit and make her come, she’ll return the favor any way you like. I bought a purple strap on cock especially for my nights with her, so that she can fuck me while I suck on those amazing pink nipples she has.

Julia also gets me hot. She has a bad girl side that would get most girls arrested, but she always manages to wiggle herself out of trouble. It doesn’t help that she has a wicked smile and an incredible set of tits that she always has on display. I don’t think that she even owns a sweater, which is good college morale, considering a lot of men on this campus would sink into a deep depression if Julia’s tits weren’t constantly present. The one thing most people don’t know is that Julia is one-hundred percent gay. Most people wouldn’t guess. Their idea of a lesbian is spiky hair and combat boots. And while Julia is gay, she is all woman.

This is why I can tell her anything, because most of the things I’ve done have been with her. Even then, Julia isn’t easily fazed. She’s a bad girl to boot, and isn’t afraid to show it. She’s also a great person to have in your corner.

“Seriously? You’re going to tie him?” She asks, giving me that wicked smile again.


“Good girl. I remember the first guy I tied up.”

“Was it willing?”

She shrugs. “Mostly. He was this really loud frat guy type that kept saying ‘you’ve just never had a real man!’” She says in a mocking tone. “So before he knew what I was doing I tied him to the bed and dripped hot wax on his chest. He was a screamer.”

I shake my head. “Poor guy.”

“We’ll he never bothered me again.”

I turn back to the shower. “I’m pretty sure Matt isn’t like that.”

“Need any pointers?”

“I think I’m all set.”

“Want me to join you?”

I consider that one. The idea of Julia and Matt in the same room, naked for me, makes me weak to my knees. I can have Matt fuck me from behind, I think, and I can eat Julia’s pussy at the same time.

The mental image is enough to convince me, but I want Matt to myself at least this once, I want to taste him first, and then I’ll share. “Maybe next time,” I tell Julia, giving her a full soapy kiss, not caring that I’m getting suds on her shirt. She tastes like Strawberries and wine, and I groan, full of pleasure.

“Come in here with me,” I ask.

She smiles sheepishly and raises an eyebrow. “Oh come on, Amy. Anyone could come in.”

“Who gives a fuck?”

With that she starts to undress. I can’t wait, so the moment she’s in her underwear I pull her in with me, soaking her bra.

“You’re a bitch,” She chuckles, but kisses me again. Her lower lip is full and sweet. I take my time sucking on it while I peel off her wet bra and throw it outside of the shower. Her tits are wet and slippery, and I rub them against my own, feeling her hard nipples against my skin. She has this incredibly soft skin that I can’t get enough of. I hold her against me, running my hands down her back and on her ass, spreading my fingers on them.

We shower together. I stand still while Julia spreads soapy suds all over my body, slicking her hands down my stomach and between my legs. She slips a delicate finger between my legs and kisses me. The feeling of her touching me is amazing her, and I open my legs wider, wanting more. She wraps her fingers around my clit and tugs at it gently, back and forth. It makes me come so fast that I almost fall to my knees, but Julia holds me up.

“Man, I really needed that,” I tell her as I get on my knees, getting ready to return the favor.

“You know how much I love that,” she says to me, caressing my hair. I find my way to her clit with my tongue as I slide two fingers in her willing cunt. Her clit is like a ripe raspberry and I suck on it willingly as I slide another finger in her tight asshole. She wraps her fingers in my hair and leans into my mouth, giving me more access to her clit as I feel her come hard in my mouth.

“You’re so good at that,” she gasps.

“You too,” I say slapping her on the ass. “That’s why we’re so good together.”


Matt is fifteen minutes early, which is good because I was ready half an hour ago. Thought my shower with Julia helped take the edge off, I’m hot and wound again, thinking about Matt and all the things I want to do with him.

He doesn’t disappoint. As I open the door he looks hotter than ever, with freshly washed jeans and a buttoned down shirt that makes him look amazing. Anyone looking at him would think he was picking me up to go see a movie or playing pool.

“Wow,” he says, as I let him in, staring at the way I’m dressed. I lied, my leather corset is not in the shop, I have it on paired with the high heeled boots and it fits me like a glove. And on my ass I’m wearing a simple black thong. I’m not a dominatrix, far from it, but I plan to live out every fantasy I’ve had of Matt since September, starting with this one.

I close the door and gently push him against the wall. This is something I really want, I think, and lean in slowly to kiss him. His kiss is sweet and slow, the type of kiss that makes you warm to your toes. I kiss him back slowly too, enjoying the heat of his mouth. If nothing else, I will have this kiss to remember.

I pull back after a while, not really wanting to break the kiss, and look at him. “Changed your mind?” I ask.

He shakes his head and smiles. “Not even a little. Do your worst.”

“Ok. The rules are simple. I’m Mistress Aurora and you are my filthy worm. If at any time you feel uncomfortable or are in pain at any point, you will immediately say the words ‘may-pole’. Is that clear?”


I nod. “Take off your clothes.”

I lean back on the bed and watch him peel off his clothes self-consciously. “Socks too.”


“What did I say?”

He nods and removes the socks too. He’s completely naked standing at my door, and I can see that he’s already starting to get hard despite his reservations. I try to hide my reaction, but the sight of his juicy cock makes my mouth water. Though he’s not a big guy, he’s still completely muscled with a six pack abs. It’s like someone took a pencil and drew the curves of his body, and I can see every single one of them. It doesn’t disappoint, and neither does his cock. For a second I want to forget the games and get on my knees. I’ll give him the best blow job of his life, I think. I’ll suck his thick cock any way he wants and have him begging for more. But I manage to stop myself from kneeling on the floor in front of him. If I give in now he’ll be gone in minutes, and I want to enjoy him for a little while longer.

“Get on your knees.” He looks afraid but complies, staring at me as he gets on his knees. I point a leg out to him and smile.

“Lick my boot.”

His jaw drops.

“I don’t think-”

“Did I say you could speak?”

He shakes his head.

“Lick my boot, filthy worm,” I repeat, a little afraid that he’ll change his mind and run out the door. But after a few seconds he complies, licking the full extent of my boot from toe to knee.

“Good boy. But I have to punish you for arguing with me.”

He looks up at me, waiting for my command.

“Stand up.”

He stands, and I stand up with him, walking around his back side.

“Bend over.”

He does, and I spank him hard across his butt cheek. I hear him groan so I spank him even harder so that I can feel my own hand sting.

“Did I say you could whimper?”

“No,” he responds.

I spank him again.

“No, what?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Good boy.” I spank him again for good measure, and the meat of his ass. His cheek is slightly pink, and the sight of it excites me so much that I pinch it. He stays quiet, knowing I will spank him even harder if he speaks, so as a reward I run my tongue slowly up his cheeks.

His ass smells like soap and heat, and it reminds me so much of my earlier shower with Julia that I linger there a little while longer, kissing and licking his ass cheeks between small slaps.

Then I get a naughty idea and start licking closer toward his crack.

Guys like Matt, I think, probably never have sex like this in a lifetime. And I want to make sure that he does, I want him to remember me always, starting with this.

With him still bending over, I grab a chair and place it behind him. Then I slick my hands with warm edible oil I’ve been saving for a special occasion.

From behind, I wrap my slick hands around his hard cock. He’s completely hard now, and I start working on him slowly, pleasing him but not enough that he might come. Then I slide my tongue towards his ass again, probing deeper until I’m probing at the pucker of his anus. The action makes him shiver, and he angles his ass in my direction, silently begging for more.

“That’s enough, worm. Now get on the bed.”

He walks over to the bed, looking slightly dazed, sits on the edge and looks at me. I take four scarves out and tell him to lie down. When he does, I start tying him to the bed, not too tight so he can still move.

When he’s secured, I climb on the bed and cover the base of his dick with kisses, flicking my tongue against his balls lightly, enjoying the scent of his sex. He groans, trying to point his dick in my direction in the hopes that I’ll put him out of his misery, but that’s not my plan.

Instead I run my kisses up his chest, leaving him He’s begging me to fuck him with his eyes, too afraid to talk, knowing I will silence him with a scarf.

I hover above him on the bed, dipping my fingers in my cunt, making him watch.

“This is how I like it,” I tell him as I rub my clit between two fingers slowly and deliberately, using the fingers that are covered in my juices.

“And this is how I taste,” I tell him, kneeling above his face so he can sample my pussy.
He laps at my clit obediently. It feels so good that I close my eyes and lose myself in the feeling, feeling the warmth spread across my body.

When I’m close, I slide down his body to his dick, still standing in full attention. It slips easily inside my slit, budging my tight muscles aside. I ride him, alternating between hard and soft strokes because he feels amazing inside me. His dick is so hard that it feels like warm stone, and every time I slide him back inside me, the head of his cock taps my back wall, driving me crazy.

It’s too much. I had planned on playing with him, on teasing him to insanity all night and making him wait to come, but I don’t have the self control. I want him now, I’ve wanted him for months, and stopping now seems impossible.

“Tell me you want it,” I say to him, breaking character.

“I want it, oh I want it so much.”

I come for the second time today, it’s a hard and slow orgasm, one that is still vibrating thorough me when he comes inside of me like warm champagne.

I am completely drained of energy. We are both gasping for breath, and I can tell that Matt came just as hard as I did.

“That was amazing,” He says.

I push my hair away from my face and look down at him.

“I’m glad you think so, because I’m not done with you yet.”

He raises an eyebrow at me. “Oh really.”

“Really. What are you doing tomorrow night? I have this friend named Julia…”