Design Guideline Implementation

Hello everyone ! Today we will discuss the continuation of the Design Guidelines topics that i might have made several weeks ago. Now, we would like to see and compare the design guidelines to the…

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Hot Young Thing

She was a forbidden pleasure. My student I’d dreamed of for three years. Then one night, she calls me…

The first time I heard Grace’s audition tape, I knew there was something special about her. She was applying to be a piano major at the university where I teach piano performance. Her playing stopped me in my tracks.

I had countless students flow in and out of my life over the last twenty years, and only a tiny handful of them had ever impressed me. I knew I needed to enroll this young lady ASAP and began pulling some strings to get her the biggest scholarship I could find.

And then I actually met her. And that is when my life slowly began to unravel. You see, the music was not the only beautiful thing about Grace. She was an exquisite young lady with haunting, soulful eyes and a smooth young body that did something to my insides.

I’m “happily” married, to a point. The point being where all older married couples hit an inevitable plateau after twenty years or so. My wife was a solid ten in my book; she was my best friend and the person I depended on, but our sex life had all but dried up and ceased to be exciting years ago. I had tried to talk to her about it, but she was always too tired running our kids around to really take me seriously.

It had been a few years since I managed to produce a hard-on as big as the one I had the first time I met Grace.

Instantly ashamed, I shook her hand like a sensible adult, and we sat down to have a chat about her degree. For better or worse, she would primarily be under my tutelage for four years, as I was her main piano professor.

Even holding her hand for a couple of seconds, the touch of her warm silky palm warmed my insides. In comparison, thoughts of my wife’s touch brought up the images of a cold, dead fish.

As she stood before me, dark silky hair falling down around her face and startling blue eyes that had such mystery behind them, I knew I must find a way not to lose my mind, marriage, and job.

Plus, Grace was a lovely, sweet young lady. I would never intentionally do anything to harm her or destroy the special relationship we built as mentor and student.

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