Princely Passions 2(128)

Yay! It’s like my good fortune is rubbing off. Because if anyone deserves to be happy, its my Ashley baby.

“You need to wear that skirt you have from Forever 21,” I tell her. “The one that looks totally sweet and slutty.”

“Uhm, no,” Ashley says to me. “I don't wanna look like a slut in my first month to get some guy. Besides you borrowed it and never gave it back.”

Oh right. I totally forgot that. I borrowed it to go to a Yankees game with Derek. He owns a skybox and I remember wearing that skirt. It was great because he was able to lift it up in our skybox (it was just us) and fuck me so hard during the 7th Inning Stretch.

I’m smiling at the memory, getting so hot that I reach over to get a drink.

Ashley sees me.

“Oh. My. God. Babe, get the fuck out!” she says to me and I see her eyes widen.

Oh, yeah, I may have forgot to tell you Derek proposed to me on Saturday.

I promise, it’s not like I was hiding it from you or anything. I swear!

It’s just that I got promoted today also! It’s been like a really intense week and it’s only Wednesday.

“Get out!” Ashley says. “How did you not tell me?”

I decide that I really should have told Ashley, but when you’re getting proposed to on the top of the Empire State Building and…

“Tell me all about it, babe,” Ashley says and her eyes narrow. “Now!”

I smile.

She’s so sweet when she’s insistent.

But hey, fuck it. I’m a VP now. I guess I can take a whole hour and talk about how I got proposed to.

“So ya, we totally woke up and he took me to this amazing romantic brunch at the Boathouse in Central Park,” I say.

“Oh my God, I love the Boathouse,” she jumps in.

We both take a bite of our pizza and I look out the window. People walk to and fro.

I smile and realize that Ashley is right in a way.

Life can’t get better than this.

I can’t wait to see what else is to cum.

<3





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Daphne





I don’t think I’d ever have the courage to go rub my ass on some guy in a crowded subway train. But hey, this is New York City. You get all kinda crazy here.

The next person we got is Christine, and then we have three lil’ short episodes, with Ashley, Christine, and then MEEEEEE!!!!





Christine Vs. Professor





What’s that couch in Professor Trask’s office for? Two words. Extra credit.

Professor Anders Trask.

It’s like someone took from other men and added to him.

Those deep blue eyes that stare into your soul.

That rugged face that makes you feel safe.

That body you could just lick all day.

That giant…uhm, medulla oblongata? Is that the word for…you know?

There’s only one problem.

This whole thing that we have between us?

Totally forbidden. I’m risking my career every time I’m with him.

That only leaves one question.

What do I want from Professor Trask?

A stellar recommendation and an A?

Or more of those delicious O’s?

*** It’s the cute single girl versus the Alpha Male Professor in this fourth installment from Mona Cox. Guaranteed to be sweet, steamy, sassy, and fun. No cheating or cliffhangers. HEA? You know it, babe! ***





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Christine





Brrrrrrrrrrrr…

Brrrrrrrrrrrr…

Brrrrrrrrrrrr…

I pull one eyelid open, just far enough so I can find my vibrating iPhone on my nightstand and smack it into submission, then I close my eye again with a groan.

The next time I get the brilliant idea of having a night on the town with Ashley and Alicia – on a school night – I can only hope someone thinks to smack me, too.

Brrrrrrrrrrrr…

“For fuck’s sakes,” I mumble, sitting up and grabbing my phone at the same time. Someone better be dead. Or close to dead.

Christine, check your Facebook now!

It’s a message from Ashley.

Okay, so I adore Ashley, I really do, but she tends to overreact to everything. Recently, she hooked up with some sex god and her stories about their sexual exploits just cannot be true. No one actually fucks in the back of a stretch limo. That’s something you read in a Hustler magazine, True Confessions of a Sex Addicted Housewife or whatever.

Whatever she’s freaking out about can wait. It’s probably a cute puppy video that she’s tagged me in. She and Sex God have been talking about adopting a Corgi puppy and so it’s pretty much all she’ll talk about right now.

I push myself out of bed. It may be stupidly early in the morning, but my alarm is gonna go off in five minutes; might as well get up now. Political Economy G53 class waits for no one.

Well, okay, maybe my teacher would start without me, but damn, I wouldn’t want to miss a minute of his class anyway. Forget Ashley’s Sex God Come to Earth, my poli-sci grad teacher is fucking hot. I think the person who invented the term “Sex on a Stick” was thinking about Anders Trask when they did. He is, quite possibly, the sexiest human alive.