I came to the college and it was a completely new experience for me. I am 18 years old and I am quite excited by all these people, bars, clubs, and student parties. I want to try everything. I am ready for love. And I am ready to meet the right one. My father, at home, used to be quite strict with me and my sisters. We are four young girls from Italy and he used to say we should pay attention to what guys want from us. My measurements are 34, 24 and 34. I have curly dark brown hair and green eyes and I am quite sure about what men want from me. I am really interested in sex, obviously, since I tried it, but not as much as I would love to. I want to try my art of seduction; I want to show my sexiness. In high school, I just thought I didn’t like guys. They were naïve to me. I saw them always making jokes about girls, to be more precise, about fucking girls and always pretending to be someone cooler. I know I like more mature men. Though I find myself here, in the first semester of my

In the following weeks, I started attending Professor Herford's classes. I always sit in the back because I don't have the courage to look the professor in the face. But his lectures are beautiful, full of passion, full of poetry and he, now that I can look at him properly, calmly is the sexiest professor I have ever met. He is powerful, and authoritative, but also gentle and delicate. He knows how to talk to girls, keeps the confidence of boys in check, moves elegantly in the room and can explain very well. His deep voice when he reads poetry makes me sigh and dream. But after meeting him I notice that my vagina gets wet or something like that. It moistens and opens, expanding as if it is ready to receive something. My asshole also throbs as if it wants a large object to enter it. I find myself having to admit that I am jealous when some other student goes to talk to him, I find myself turning purple with envy when he pays some other classmates, a few compliments, and I find mysel

I walk away from his office trying not to look too upset with my hair, my make-up and my clothes. But if sex disrupts life, there's little I can do about it. The next day I completed my French, History and even English exams. With Herford. After all the tests, I arrived relaxed. Serene. Well-prepared. Focused. In short, the day before did me good and calmed me down, helping me to clear my mind for the tests. Once the tests are over, I am allowing myself a few days of peace and quiet. I take care of myself, of my body. I even watch some porn. Something I had never dared to do before. Because, well, what happened with Herford, it left me very, very horny. But I know it can't happen again. So, in the nighttime, when thoughts about him come naturally to my mind, I would like to do something. It's been some days that I've started caressing myself there, but I am too scared. I don’t know how to imitate his big, great cock. Though, I am super curious about sex. I am super curious about men

I have never seen such a hot summer. The heat fills me all over until my body practically melts. The sun is shining so brightly that it almost obscures the summer blue sky. The air is clear, as only in summer it can be. The colours shine around me. They make me feel as if the moment of ripening and blossoming has arrived, we are in the full bloom of nature and I am here abandoned and alone. I sit in my chair in the garden, in the shade of the trees, waiting for a breath of air. But nothing. Even the breeze from the sea does not appear. There is no breeze even to kneel down and pray. Ah, but it wasn't always like that. When I was a child, the summers were hot, but not that hot, and my whole family used to wait for the evening to come so that we could all get together in front of a nice table of food. Ah, those were the days! Some things have stayed that way, in fact, in summer, I can't eat until after dark. And then the heat is so suffocating that I can only drink. Water, cool, that I

He's really a nice little boy. Hmmm high cheekbones, tall, pointy nose, Damn I can't see further down. I can see that while he's waiting he's looking at his phone. Who knows how many girls will write to him? I walk past the door, open it and keep walking towards the inside of the house, towards the kitchen, so he can see and follow me. "Come inside honey! I'll give you the money!” I smile naughtily walking in a sexy manner "Ehmm-hm okay ma'am,” he replies nervous but his eyes were all over me. His voice and his lips excited me. They are tender, young, respectful, and shy but also willing which was evident. The little boy makes me all wet. I notice how he bows his head to follow me with his gaze and watch me walk. We arrive in front of the kitchen and there I go. "Oh forgive me! In this dress, I don't have pockets... I should go upstairs and get them…” I apologise untying my robe accidentally to reveal my delicate white lacy bra and oops no underwear! "It's not a problem. I'll be h