The Scholar Ch. 01

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The Scholar 1: Entrance

The art school was before me. I took a step, then faltered. It was so…official looking. Could I do this? Go back to school after all these years I did figure drawings oak, ash, birch, elm, willow, apple, cherry, wisteria the song of wind through leaves had me twirling. The garden beds were filled with irises, lilies of the valley, all manner of wildflowers. A path of mint led down to the central fountain. Fountain? Ha. More like a manmade lake, with a beautiful central island, waterfall roaring downwards on all sides. The brick was warm under my feet, the sun warm on my head, I wanted to cup those perfect buttocks two-handedly coming to me, he cupped my chin let us discuss your work.”

We sat at a wide desk, I can feel his laughter rising. zonguldak escort ” He lifted my self-burned CD of dream tunes. “I listened to this now you see mine! Let us begin the tour.”

Seeing he wasn’t going to budge, I placed my hand in his long, slender hand now we were in the garden before the tall building I’d first seen.

“What do you want, Alex?” he said, voice gone low. “Do you want to play with children?” He waved to the campus. “Or,” he added, leaning forward, “do you want to learn? I see more than an artist. Your essays say you love science, history, philosophy; they reveal a depth of spirituality that the babies wouldn’t understand. Now is the time. Choose play, or real lessons.”

“No tour?” I tried fethiye escort in a joking tone.

“That campus was for tourism. This campus is for seekers who commit to the long path.”

I thought of the pretty campus, the lively students. There, I would be in a riot of socialization, ideas, late-night parties; a youth long-neglected in my life, finally lived.

But here were the whispers of mysteries I had sought all of my life. As fireflies courted fears I felt forests, riots of naked women, golden palaces, extravagant meals, wine that tasted like fruits, the deepest, darkest honey I could imagine.

Spinning me, he pulled me tight to his front. As his erection throbbed against my back, he cupped my breasts you will alanya escort have it all – school fees, books, supplies, room, board, whatever you desire. But you cannot leave campus. You cannot bring in a lover. We will provide clothes, makeup, music, whatever you need.”

I moved to talk about my family, my cats, my diaries kissed my brow. “Rest. Assimilate. You’ll be called to dine in an hour.”

He took two steps away, muttered something & came back to pin my hands to the pillow before he spent a long, sweet time kissing my mouth. Moist noises. Musky flavor over his honey & wine. As he nibbled on my lower lip, I remembered the mouth that teased me to orgasm had been far too large for a female mouth.

“You?” I asked as he pulled away.

“By the gods, yes. I am no celibate & you came into my office wet. This is about you & what you need to learn, & oh how you need to learn what pleasure is.”

“But I promised…”

He chuckled. “We have all given promises to him who wants you taught.” Suddenly, he was whistling, & I faded to sleep before I could ask anymore questions.

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