Ps. Chapters in italics are memories. Normal font chapters are present time eg. how it all started. Italics are what happened after, normal font is what happened before. I've never written a zig zag story, wanted to try that out. Thanks for reading x

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Dismissing everything after that night, he decided not to be too hands on. He wasn't her friend and yes, her roommate was right. He was definitely crossing boundaries that he shouldn't. They did not see much of each other after that. He tried not to mind her presence in his lectures. He opted to dismissing any sort of fondness he felt for her as a student or whatever or however it may have seem or may be portrayed. Hunter was well aware that this was a route, he did not want to take. It was leading to it. He could feel his heart racing with excitement when she was around. The excitement and need to want to be around her constantly even after hours. She intrigued him, that was for sure. The emails, oh goodness the emails. It happened so fast, from her sending an email to confirm an assignment error, for his suggestions and help here and there to them sexting. Was it sexting? He had merely... played along to a very sexually related response. Feeling guilty, Hunter googled the definition of sexting to assure himself that he had not done anything wrong. They had not shared any explicit images. They had simply... described how... uhm... they w-would... likely... fuck-if-it-was-possible.

'Sexting is sending, receiving, or forwarding sexually explicit messages, photographs, or images, primarily between mobile phones, of oneself to others. It may also include the use of a computer or any digital device.'

Alright, it was definitely sexting. Hunter let out a sigh, looking around the room; behind his back, he was tempted to re-read the emails again. He did not have her number but something about emails was far superior than texts or snaps. Something about emails was professional and yet so cunning. Something about her being his student turned him on, admittedly. Did this mean he was a pedophile? He felt guilty. He felt panicked. He needed to avoid her. Hunter told himself that he had a great sex life and his marriage was a happy one. Why would the thought of bending another woman over his desk excite him?

'Pedophilia, the sexual attraction to children who have not yet reached puberty.'

Karishma had very well reached puberty, she was twenty years old. Stunning... he thought. She had these beautiful hazel brown eyes that constantly drew him in. To think he had only known her for a couple of months and here she was bringing him to the brink of desperation. He felt out of touch with his emotions, he wanted this but he didn't want this. A lump sat on his throat restraining him from entertaining any thoughts of her. He had a beautiful wife, kind and supportive. Regardless everything about this bothered him. His attraction towards her, he did not want to seem like a groomer or a professor who usually does this with each and every student in his class. For a second he typed out an apology-

Good day Miss Naidoo.

I'm aware of the ill behavior that I might have displayed but truthfully. The email was sent past working hours. I had a little too much too drink. I'm a happily married man and I adore my wife. I apologize for any inconvenience that I may have caused. I care for you as I do all my other students as a concerned educator. I ought to see you like one of my own children. We need to know our places. My apologies if it did not come across that way.

After reading it over and over again. He sighed, contemplating if he should press send. Hunter found it difficult because he had thoroughly enjoyed every single email they spent the whole night sending each other. He found it enjoyable to read words, imagine it and instantly be a aroused. He gulped down a feeling of discontent. Pushing himself to do what's right, he sent it through. There was no turning back after this. There was definitely no coming back from his word after this email. It had to be done, he convinced his thoughts, mind and body. Calm but anxious, he decided it was time to sleep. His guilt, pushed him to go be with his wife. His guilt, forced him to be sweeter than usual to cover up for the deeds he had done behind her back. In denial was the feeling, it worked both ways.

Karishma read his emails over and over again. Not knowing what had gotten into her. When had she grown the confidence to say such things to a man in authority, a married man of that matter.

[email protected]

I'm captivated by the title. Stealthing is rape, I know you can do better with this composition. A little more research and it could be well delivered.

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Thank you sir. I'm utterly disgusted by this issue and it's so unfortunate that many women aren't aware that it's rape and it's a crime. Why do men do the things they do? It's just upsetting. I will take into account your feedback. Thank you for your time.

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I'm against stealthing but for some I reckon, it just feels better without a condom.

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That is still not any reason to put your partner in danger of diseases and unwanted pregnancies. You either wear a condom or you don't put it anywhere. Besides condom or no condom there's no difference.

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Valid points but there is something intimate about having no barrier with your partner. Especially if you're in love. Call me a hopeless romantic but that is how I've always seen it.

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I've never had intercourse without any barrier, more reason. I can't really comment on it. I'm easily paranoid with what if's, my worst fear... could come to pass.

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You just have to be with the right person at the right time. It's worth waiting for someone to trust, someone who is honest about their status and so on. It's an amazing feeling, it's worth waiting for.

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I doubt that's still around nowadays.

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It feels good, very intimate. I hope you find that, if not... I'm here.

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lol... you're not bad-looking, suppose it wouldn't be such a bad idea.

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It wouldn't, you're a beautiful woman. I find it hard to believe that you've never had an orgasm.

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Thank you. I think, as long as they reach their high they could care less about you. My ex happened to fall under that category.

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It comes with experience. In my early twenties, I was just as clueless about sex and how to treat a woman in bed.

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Your wife is a lucky woman. You say the sweetest things, you're comfortable with your masculinity, you're a hopeless romantic. Uhm thanks for your feedback. I will get back to writing this and perhaps getting a few interviews.

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Ofcourse, Karishma. Feel free to ask for my help whenever needed.

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Karishma wished she had never mentioned anything to do with his wife. After receiving his email, he mentioned having been drunk when he struck up that conversation. She took it. She needed to stop day dreaming about him. Ever since he had mentioned that he thought she was beautiful. She melted, she melted even more when she'd see him. Things were a tad bit awkward as they tried to forget that encounter but Karishma could not help herself. She imagined his lips on hers. His lean body on hers. His long fingers in her. His, in her. Him just him.

Thoughts never hurt anyone, she would never act upon them. She respected his marriage.

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