The Forbidden Fruit: Friday Freestyle

Inspired by the one and only Kate Valentine as part of her Unleash publication

Thank you Kate Valentine for the prompt! You got my gears turning immediately. I had a few different topics to choose from, but I decided to go with something in familiar territory but in a different style than I usually do.

Photo by Lisandro Garcia on Unsplash

A smile.

Something so non-erotic that’s turned so erotic when it’s painted on her face.

The way her head turns to look back at you, only to see if you’re still looking.

And of course, you are, but you have to hide it. You shift the stack of papers, look busy, and try to avoid the direct eye contact that she’s trying to force on you.

You know that if you give in, you may never return to yourself again.

The you that’s always been—the instructor, the professor, the one that knows better.

You’ve looked at others, no doubt, but no one has ever produced pleasure within you with just a smile, or a nod, or just a look in your general direction the way she has.

She knows that she stirs something in you, and she loves it. Some days, she hikes her skirt up a little higher than normal just to force your gaze down under the desk.

What you wouldn’t do to be under the desk, sliding it up further, feeling the skin beneath her thighs, and her wetness.

But you know you can’t. Not because you feel it’s wrong, you know it isn’t. Human desire could never be wrong.

And it’s not because she thinks it’s wrong, either, because of course she doesn’t think so, she’s daring it to happen.

We’re both consenting adults who want to fuck, that will never be wrong.

But because the administration says it can never be so, I will never slip my hands in between her thighs, or my face—and find out what happens next. I’ll never push her skirt up, and shove myself into her from behind until she screams.

She’s my forbidden fruit, and I may not do it, but I will think about it until the end of my days at this University.