Here they are, on their way to a restaurant on their first date... the first of many. Over the coming weeks and months, Sophie will come to both understand and embrace the professor's kink as their relationship develops.
Here's a little extract from the recently published erotic ageplay book, Little Sophie and the Professor
Little Sophie and the Professor includes ageplay, anal play, sexual scenes, spankings and BDSM themes.
“Hi, Professor.”
“Call me Jack. Have you eaten?”
“I had a salad at lunchtime.”
He snorted. “Rabbit food. Come – get in. Do you like Italian food?” He opened the passenger door.
“I love it.” She slid in and buckled her seat belt.
“I know a nice little place about fifteen minutes drive away. I've booked us a quiet table in the corner for 10:20.”
“Ah. You knew I'd turn up then.”
“But of course.” He flashed her a boyish grin, the green fire in his eyes sparking with promise.
Sophie liked that – both the smile and his confidence and the unspoken words glimpsed from an expression laden with meaning. He made her feel wonderfully, tinglingly, sensually, alive. She stole a quick look at him as he drove the car out on to the main road.
Old or not, he looked good enough to eat. His hair was dark brown and just reached the collar of his black shirt which he wore with a pair of black chinos that flattered his long legs. Tall, lean and broad shouldered, he had the physique of a man half his age, with a narrow waist and broad, strong chest. His hands on the wheel were large; well proportioned, yet delicate, with long tapering fingers and neatly manicured nails. His wide, sensual mouth curled slightly upwards. His jaw was firm, and aside from tiny laughter lines that crinkled invitingly at the corners of his eyes, he showed no signs of age.
“Do I pass muster?” he said with a grin.
“Oh! Was I staring?” She felt herself blush.
“Uh huh.” He reached out with one hand, catching one of hers in his outstretched palm.
His touch sparked something within her, and she met his gaze frankly. “You pass,” she assured him. “I hope I do too.”
“You do indeed.” He gave her hand the briefest of squeezes before letting go to return his grasp of the wheel with both hands. “I've never done this before, Sophie, not with one of my students. The university frown on such entanglements, and I fully understand why.”
“Yes, but we're not getting entangled quite yet, we're just going out for dinner,” Sophie retorted. He laughed then, and his laugh, like his voice, was warm and pleasant with a deep resonance. “I like listening to you laugh,” she said.
Little Sophie and the Professor is available for Kindle from Amazon and in a variety of formats from LSF Publications:
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