Let's play a game he said.
And I agreed.
He called it possession and the possession was me.
Maybe just this one night I'll let Mr. Arizona possess me.
I might call him sky when we are all together but secretly when he touches me, touches the heat of my skin and the lust that drips along my legs I call him Mr. Arizona again.
It's a vile game we play where he lights a fire on my skin and I call him Mr. Arizona, watching the fire burn within his eyes when I moan it again and again. 
It's lust. 
That's what Mr. Arizona means.
Just that single word and in different names as we play different games but tonight he calls it possession.
Not another game of lust. He invited me to be won. 
To be possessed by him.

Forbidden Desires

“May we come in professor?” Aiyana inquired as she stood at the entrance of the classroom with Scarlett. She had tried to talk Scarlett into skipping the class but failed. 


William nodded carelessly without looking in their direction, vaguely aware of two women walking into his classroom as he bent his neck to carry on talking about ‘The Valediction: Forbidding Mourning’ by John Donne. 


No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move; 


William Gardner looked up from the little book he was absently reading from. He did not need to read the poem; he knew it like he knew how to breathe. Every word of every poem ever read seared into his brain. But, for the sake of his students who usually felt intimidated by such a display he held the book in front of his face feigning to read rather than merely recite the poem from memory. 


Chapter 67