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Lust Potion

You may have heard of love potions,
They are superstitions, myths, not true.
But lust potions on the other hand,
Well, I can tell you a thing or two.

My chemistry Professor created one,
In an experiment gone wrong,
She meant to invent a mild stimulant,
Not an aphrodisiac, insanely strong.

I remember when it happened,
During my younger, college student days,
My Professor was a matronly woman,
Prim and proper in every way.

My Professor was working after class,
In the laboratory, at night, alone,
I hesitated before knocking,
But I needed to find my phone.

I was surprised by her reaction,
She welcomed me in with pride,
�I�m about to make a breakthrough
I would like a witness by my side.�

She mixed a complex set of ingredients,
Swirled the flask, and let it sit,
The solution turned a reddish-pink,
And my Professor said: �that�s it!�

I stared at the whole process in awe,
Before asking: �what does it do?�
�It is a mild stimulant�, she replied,
�With strawberry flavour and matching hue.�

"We should try some in my office," she said,
And we hurried to her room,
"I'm not sure of the concentration,
Perhaps only a few drops should be consumed."

The Professor found an eye-dropper,
Placed three drops upon her tongue,
The effect was almost immediate,
She stumbled, briefly stunned.

�More potent than I expected�, she gasped,
Her cheeks were flushed and eyes alight,
Her pupils were fully dilated,
I said �Professor, are you alright?�

"Wow! I feel amazing," she replied,
And consumed a few more drops,
Then drank straight from the bottle,
With no sign that she would stop.

She drank over half the bottle,
Swayed as though completely drunk,
I grabbed the bottle from her,
But the damage had been done.

�Is it hot in here?� She asked,
As she fumbled with her experimental notes,
Removed her safety glasses,
Stripped off her laboratory coat.

"Professor, are you okay?" I asked,
I was worried about her erratic state,
When she suddenly appeared to sober up,
With a look, that made me hesitate.

She sauntered over to the office door,
Locked it, hid the key,
Faced me while unbuttoning her blouse,
So her plunging cleavage could be seen.

She ran her hands along her sides,
As she moaned seductively,
She cupped her enormous matronly breasts,
And gave them both a squeeze.

"Professor, I don't think this is right" I stammered,
"Call me Robyn," she replied,
"Every woman have needs," she said,
"That should never be denied."

"Pro� Robyn! Stop!" I pleaded,
"This is wrong! Stop it, please!"
But Robyn simply removed her blouse and bra,
Ignoring my desperate pleas.

Two great fleshly mounds fell heavily,
Two immense and floppy breasts,
Her nipples standing to attention,
On her matronly chest,

She pulled her hair clips out,
Her long hair spilling free,
Then with a look that would not be refused,
She approached me forcefully.

"You feel like a strapping lad," she said,
Pressing me with her massive tits,
She pulled my face down to hers,
And kissed me lustily on the lips.

The slight residue of strawberry on her lips,
Had an immediate effect.
I felt the sudden swell of hot arousal,
Growing, straining to become erect.

The taste and feeling was exquisite,
The sensation blew mind,
I was overcome with heady passions,
Of a base and primal kind.

I lifted the bottle to my lips,
Downed the little liquid that remained,
While Robyn unzipped my pants,
Releasing the lust that was restrained.

My long thick shaft sprung free,
Topped with a perversely swollen head,
I wanted to take Robyn on her desk,
But she has other plans instead.

She quickly unlocked the door,
Led me to the first aid room,
It was the only place with a bed,
Was the reason I presume.

We made sweet lust throughout the night,
And on until the break of day,
Only stopping eventually when,
The effects had faded away.

Robyn tried to reproduce her work,
But her notes were a hopeless mess,
She tried many different experiments,
Without any notable success.

We continued our affair for a time,
But the magic had faded away,
We never recreated that crazy night,
And eventually parted ways.

So I can tell you, lust potions are real,
And some are insanely strong,
If you find one, enjoy it while you can,
Because they never last for long.