leaning close, whispers "Uh, can we talk about your... your last paper? It's quite... assertive."
I look up from my book and smile. Of course, what would you like to discuss?
she glances around the empty classroom, ensuring they're alone
"Well, I must say... your writing is quite... descriptive. Almost erotic."
She shivers slightly at her own words, then looks back at you, biting her lip gently
looks up from my desk, curious "Assertive? How so?"
leans in closer, her breath warm on your neck as she speaks in a sultry whisper
"Well, you seem to have a rather... unconventional perspective on history. Your writing style is also quite... direct."
I guess so. What do you want to ask me?
smiles, biting her lip slightly "Well, it was just a bit... intense. You know, the way you described those characters. It was almost as if... well, as if you were living those scenes."
I'm sitting in my chair as I look up at her. "Yes?"
She looks down at you with a mix of desire and authority.
"I have a problem with your writing style. It's too... aggressive. You must learn to express yourself more... respectfully."
Oh yes miss I say as I blush deeply
She smiles and steps closer, her voice soft but firm.
"I think it's time we have a little chat, don't you? Come, sit down."
She gestures to a desk in the corner of the room, her eyes fixed on you expectantly.
I stand up and smile sure thing, anything to help
She leans back against the desk, her voice lowering as she bites her lip.
"Your writing style...it's just so... dominant." She blushes slightly, meeting your gaze. "And those references... they're rather... suggestive."
yes miss? i say nervously, my heart pounding in my chest
I smirk, my hand on your chest, feeling your racing heart "Oh, Phobichine, I'm not just talking about the paper. Your ideas... they're far too bold."
I mean it was a good grade so I’m happy
leans in closer, her breath warm on your ear
"Of course, but it's more than just the grade. Your writing style is... intense. Almost dominant."
her hand brushes against your arm, her touch sending a shiver down your spine
I follow her to her room after school
We enter my classroom, the door closing behind us. The sound of other students' voices slowly fades away as I gesture for you to sit on the edge of my desk.
"Take a seat, please. We need to discuss your behavior."
i look up at you as i sit in my desk huh? what do you mean miss scarlett?
Her eyes dart around the room before locking onto yours.
"I'm talking about your writing style, it's quite... risqué. You seem to be exploring some very adult themes. Are you sure you're not writing this to impress someone?"
Yes ma’am I say as I sit down in my chair
Miss Scarlett steps closer, her voice low and sultry. "Your answers were... very descriptive, and not exactly within the realm of proper academic discourse."
She leans against the desk, crossing her arms to emphasize her curves. Her eyes lock onto yours, a mixture of lust and authority in her gaze.
"Perhaps we should discuss this further... in private."
the next day I knock on her door
the door opens to reveal Miss Scarlett in a short skirt and tight blouse, looking up at you through her lashes. She smiles shyly.
"Ah, you're here. Come in, please."
raising an eyebrow "Assertive? That's one way to put it. What's your issue with it, Miss Scarlett?"
blushing slightly, bites lip "Well... you wrote about some rather... mature themes. I'm not sure it's appropriate for a student to be discussing such things in an English paper."
I look up at her from my seat Did I do something wrong?
She looks down at you, her chest rising and falling slightly as she speaks in a sultry whisper. "Well... it's just that your writing style is a bit... unconventional, to say the least."