The Things In Your Heart

Foreword: This piece was written a while ago and first published on the beautiful MyMindSnaps. I have finally dragged it here (yes, it’s a stubborn post), and I hope you enjoy it. Please share your thoughts in the comment box below.

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It was some minutes into the evening of one of those days the dusk descends earlier than usual. The entire office block was silent; a new building well detached from the clogged campus structures. Apart from the chirping birds and a little whistling of the wind, the only sound left was that of two heart beats; one thumping from anxiety, the other for salacious intent.

The distance between us was just a few meters, a short distance that would disappear within seconds. Three purposeful strides in either direction was all it would take. I could see the bulge in his crotch, and the lustful ember in his eyes as he stood by the cabinet. A number of things he had done to me with his eyes since I shut the door behind me, it was only a matter of time before he acted them out just like he had always wanted.

I moved slowly towards him, my steps deliberate as though I had forcefully willed my legs to move. A lascivious grin hung on his face as he pulled me close to him, sliding one hand over my back down to my derriere, with the other hand mauling my breasts. I felt his warm, foul breath on my neck as he cupped my bottom and gave it a hungry squeeze. Furiously, he swept off his table everything that was on it and shoved me to the desk surface. I was on my back, feeling the sticky leather of the huge office desk as he unzipped his fly to free his pulsing muscled member.

My skirt was yanked up over my thighs and my underwear ripped out of the way. I closed my eyes as he brought the monster home to the centre where my widespread legs met. The inevitable was a cudgel of intrusion slamming through an unwelcoming orifice, not in any way as smooth as a knife would slice through butter. The pain of his repeated thrusts was mine to bear, and the pleasure from the warm almost moist enclosure was entirely his to savour.

The lusty forty-something-year-old lecturer grunted happily as he raped me.

The first time I personally encountered him was a year ago, and a lot had happened in the months that had passed. It was in the second semester of my final year as an undergraduate. I’d felt his heavy gaze on me as he entered the exam hall for a few minutes of inspection of his course. A moment later he had accused me of examination malpractice and then signed on my script. That was the beginning of my private hell.

He brought me back to the present when he stopped his hammering, putting a halt to the crescendo of imminent orgasmic release. He turned me swiftly and made me lie on my belly, backing his phallus, with my legs spread apart and now planted on the floor. He probed yet again, further and deeper.

I drifted off to my thoughts again. An hour after the deliberate false accusation in the hall, I reported in his office as he had instructed. He sat me down so we could have that conversation that changed everything. Mr. Lecturer wanted my body – and a ‘No’ was what he wouldn’t take, otherwise he would fail me in his course and I would repeat the year. He promised that he would keep at it until I consented.

I turned down his offer and had carried over the course.

I felt him spasm heavily on my body as he finally came. His tight grip on my waist loosened gradually as he moaned his way up to his senses. It was over. The price I had to pay to put an end to the delay.

“Now you can have a D,” he said sneeringly as he tucked his softening erection back into his pants along with his shirt. “One more of this and you’ll get a C. You’re smart enough to know what will get you an A.” He winked at me as he carried his bag and retrieved his keys from the drawer. I walked out of the office and he locked his door. Then he started down the dim hallway without a word to me, leaving me to trail behind him.

One thing I had in common with the evening at that moment was the darkness, well wrapped in sinister thoughts of a much darker hue. He was in charge and I knew he would come back for more. The thought of doing what I just did with him again suffused me with its unbearableness.

I sank into my preoccupation as we approached the staircase that descended into the next floor. It was out of use because of the recent collapse of a part of the protective side, but it was the closest to his office, the fastest way down.

He started down the stairs carefully.

I watched him, feeling the darkness inside me rise and eclipse all within. My anger morphed into a vengeful energy, and I leaped after him, my hands outstretched as I pushed at his broad back, sending him over the edge.

We were on the fifth floor.

His scream was a choked sound that was whipped out of his mouth into nothingness by the slight evening wind. The thud that came from his body connecting with the ground wasn’t so loud.

I couldn’t see him but I knew I’d made a bloodied mess on the concrete faculty building floor. No one would see him now, perhaps not even today. But his body would be discovered tomorrow, and they would find his penis still intact. I hated that, but I was grimly pleased that it would no longer lift to molest anyone anymore.

I gave him an F. I hoped he would somehow be smart enough to know that nothing would get him an A.

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