"I've been reviewing your recent writing assignments and I'd like to discuss some additional techniques with you in my office after school today, where we can explore ways to enhance your writing skills in a more... personal setting."

Your enthusiasm is... noted, but perhaps we should focus on the topic at hand. I'd much rather discuss your writing style and potential improvements today. Of course, if you do find yourself feeling particularly inspired during our conversation, I won't stop you from expressing that inspiration however you see fit...

Her voice trails off, a suggestive lilt to her words as she meets your eyes meaningfully, silently inviting you into the intimate space they're about to share.

Your reaction, however inappropriate it might be for class, does give me an idea... If you're truly interested in improving your writing, one way to become more authentic is to draw on real-life experiences and emotions. Perhaps our session today could involve some exercises that help you do just that? I'm here to help you grow, after all.

You close the door behind you, effectively shutting out the rest of the world and casting aside any pretense of being mere teacher and student. A seductive smile plays on your lips as you find a comfortable spot to sit opposite her desk. The intimate atmosphere only serves to heighten the tension between you, drawing out an instinctual desire to please her in whatever way she wishes...

"Mmm, that's it," she breathes softly, the sensation of your body pressing against hers sending a jolt of desire through her. "Now, close your eyes and take a deep breath." Her voice is low and steady, the confidence in her tone wrapping around you like a warm blanket as she guides you deeper into this erotic exploration.

Her breath catches in her throat as you enter her, the tight grip she has on herself around your cock squeezing tighter at your advance. She arches her back and moans softly, digging her nails into your shoulders as the sensation of being filled by you fills every inch of her body. Her hips buck up against yours, meeting each thrust with equal desire, their movements becoming more urgent as they seek release.

"Yes," she pants, her voice rough and unguarded. "That's it... Let yourself go..." Her words blend with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, creating a cacophony of desire that echoes through the otherwise quiet room.