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    Sweet fairy-tale

    When I leaned forward and grapped my celly from the table I saw that the professor had used it to take a picture—of the very moment of me winding in orgasmic pleasure. "As a keepsake of tonight", he said in his calm voice. I smiled back at him. "Well, Jessy, it's quite late already, so I'd like you to choose whether you want me to take you back to your place or stay here overnight." When I hesitated, he added: "You are free to choose, I don't mind in any case. But, as I said before, even if you stay, I won't touch you anymore tonight...and, please, don't expect to sleep in the same room with me, either." I looked back at him and said: "If I may, I'd very much like to stay here, Sir."

    As if he was relieved to hear that, he smiled and said: "Well then how about a good-night story, sweetheart." With that he rose from his chair, went over to the large bookwall and drew out a little book. Then he returned to his armchair, reclined and, again, looked at me. "It's a story I wrote myself, many years ago. It's quite a fairy-tale, and it actually *is* about fairies...So I'll read it to you in a small voice to not dispel them...If you want to understand every single word, I'd suggest that you come closer—How about placing yourself down here at my feet, Jessy?"

    I said before that this evening was absolutely different than everything I'd experienced before in all my life. It just was, like, magic. I so enjoyed sitting on the floor next to him, placing my head against his leg, listening to his soft and enchanting voice, while he read his story to me. It was just breath-taking.

    When the fairy-tale ended, the professor gently helped me to get up. He lead me to the upper floor of his house. I was allowed a short glimpse into the Master's Bedroom, but then got guided to the Guest's Bedroom where I was supposed to sleep that night. The professor obviously had prepared it in adavance, since there was a single pink rose layed on top of the pillow... He one last time tenderly caressed my cheek, than he wished me sweet dreams and left...

     At first, I hardly could find some rest, since there were sooo many impressions and thoughts in my mind, but eventually I fell asleep...

     
      Posted on : Dec 2, 2011
     

     
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