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A teacher is only as effective as his ability to understand where his student is.

Because that was the problem with society. It cared too much about who you fell in love with but never about why. The why matters.

And the one childishly non-scientific mind who molded a childish brain into an excessively curious one is Gadadhar Chatterjee. Without this man, I’d have remained a rat in the race. Without this man, Naskar would have never been truly awakened from the deep sleep of ancient ignorance. He didn’t have even the basic literacy to understand the English alphabets, yet to me he’s The Philosopher of All Philosophers, and the Thinker of All Thinkers. A thousand Platos, Socrateses and Descarteses would have to merge, for one Gadadhar to be born.

Her back bows over the kitchen island, our empty plates rattling with the thrust of my hand. Two orgasms later, she stumbles into the living room to work on her homework, argument forgotten.

Get out of your head.” He rotates his thumb and trails his tongue across my pliable lips. “Let it all go.

His pleasure is my pleasure.

His tongue fucks my mouth the way his cock fills my pussy. Deeply, urgently, and completely unrestrained.

I think I like you," I muttered, pressing my face to his muscled torso in a hug. I felt his heartbeat under my ear. "I think I like you back.

It’s universally known that the more forbidden something is, the more desirable it becomes. I feel this truth like a fist around my balls as I enter my classroom after lunch and find the forbidden object of my desire waiting for me.

I want you naked, sitting at my piano and rolling your hips like you’re fucking the notes.

I will gladly go to exhaustion waiting for him. Waiting for his discipline. Waiting for his affection. Waiting for the unknown.

Sex doesn’t have to conform to society’s standards to be sane. It doesn’t have to be slow and tender to be safe. And it doesn’t have to be free of leather cuffs to be consensual.

She blinks up at me, eyes unfocused, and grooves crease her forehead. “Where did you go, gorgeous girl?

Scriabin,” I sob…

Shraddha, loving trust, is a spiritual discipline in itself between the spiritual teacher and student.

She’s exactly the kind of woman I’m drawn to. A woman who flees when hunted and comes alive when she’s caught.

Shraddha, loving trust, is the climate between a spiritual teacher and a student.

Yes, Mel. That's exactly why I left without explaining. Because I think about you before I think about myself. Always remember that, Little Ballerina. Always.

Why the anchor?" "Because sometimes, it's nice to feel like there's someone who can save you.

The teacher should be like the conductor in the orchestra, not the trainer in the circus.

You feel pretty ,manly to me," I breathed out, all jelly-legged with half-mast eyes. "And you feel like a woman worthy of a fight, Ms.Greene.