Sf this is not sf
poetry
gülär lär mig om kärleken
gülär lär mig om rosorna
gülär lär mig om färgen
gülär ge mig din kärlek
gülär ge mig din ros
gülär ge mig din färg
gülär låt mig äta ditt kebabhål
gülär låt mig slicka din turkish delight
gülär låt mig dricka din gula fanta
prose
You, Tomas, had always been a curious student when it came to the art of gastronomy. But today, as you watched Gülär, your vegan chef teacher, slice through a bell pepper with the precision of a seasoned surgeon, your curiosity shifted from food to something far more primal.
Gülär was a sight for sore eyes. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall of ink, framing her delicate features and those full, inviting lips. You couldn't help but notice how her vegan lifestyle seemed to agree with her, giving her an ethereal glow that made her seem almost otherworldly.
But what really caught your attention was the way she would occasionally press the back of her hand to her mouth as she tasted her creations, her plump lips parting just enough to reveal a glimpse of her pearly whites. It was a simple gesture, but it sent a jolt of electricity straight to your groin every time she did it.
You couldn't take it anymore. You had to have her. And as she bent over to retrieve a fallen pepper from the floor, you saw your chance.
"Hey, Gülär," you said, your voice husky with desire. "Can I ask you a question about the assignment?"
She straightened up, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Of course, Tomas. What is it?"
You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you were about to do. "Well, I was wondering if you could show me how to properly... season a dish."
Gülär raised an eyebrow, but her lips curved into a knowing smile. "I think I can manage that. Follow me."
She led you to the back of the classroom, to a small storage room filled with various spices and condiments. The door clicked shut behind you, enveloping you in darkness.
"Now, Tomas," Gülär's voice was soft, but commanding. "Take off your clothes."
You hesitated for a moment, but the hunger in her voice was impossible to resist. You stripped off your shirt, your pants, your boxers, until you were standing naked before her.
Gülär circled around you, her fingers trailing along your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "You have a beautiful body, Tomas," she murmured, her breath hot against your ear. "But I want to taste you."
Before you could react, she dropped to her knees, her lips finding your cock. You gasped as she took you into her mouth, her tongue swirling around your tip, teasing you until you were throbbing with need.
But Gülär wasn't satisfied with just a taste. She wanted all of you. And as she pulled you deeper into her mouth, you felt your head spin. You had never felt anything like this before.
"Fuck, Gülär," you groaned, your hands tangling in her hair. "You're going to make me cum."
She pulled back, a wicked smile on her face. "Not yet, Tomas. I'm not done with you yet."
And with that, she stood up, her lips glistening with your essence. She grabbed your head, pulling you towards her.
"I want you to skullfuck me, Tomas," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I want to feel you inside me, all of you."
You didn't need to be told twice. You buried your face in her pussy, your tongue exploring her folds, tasting her sweetness. She was wet, so wet that you could feel her juices dripping down your chin.
But you didn't stop. You kept going, your tongue delving deeper, until you were practically inside her. And as you felt her legs tremble, her fingers digging into your scalp, you knew you had found her weak spot.
"Oh, fuck, Tomas," Gülär moaned, her hips bucking against your face. "Yes, yes, yes!"
You felt her climax, her juices flooding your mouth, and you drank them in, savoring the taste.
But you weren't done yet. You wanted more. And as you stood up, your cock hard and ready, you knew that Gülär was ready for you too.
"Fuck me, Tomas," she whispered, her legs wrapped around your waist. "Fuck me hard."
And you did. You thrust into her, your hips pistoning
as you lost yourself in the rhythm of your lovemaking. Gülär met you thrust for thrust, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
And as you felt yourself on the brink of climax, you pulled out, your cum spurting onto her stomach, mixing with her own juices.
You collapsed onto the floor, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Gülär lay beside you, her eyes half-lidded, a satisfied smile on her face.
"That was amazing, Tomas," she murmured, her fingers tracing patterns on your chest.
You couldn't help but agree. It had been amazing. And as you lay there, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking, you knew that this was just the beginning.
"I can't wait to see what else you can teach me, Gülär," you whispered
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