When I was [f20], I did an internship and studied abroad in Spain. I've always taken my education seriously and been a top student. That changed when I met a 5'11" professor [M32] with a fit physique, brown hair, and brown eyes that appeared to pierce me.

His classes emphasized participation, but his presence was too distracting, making me nervous to speak. I often zoned out, wondering about what I'd let him do to me.

He noticed and brought me into his office to see how I was doing. After telling him I liked him, he told me it was "cute and flattering," which surprised me. From then on, I'd meet him after lectures, working on my language and essays to feel more at ease around him, which just added to my feelings. One day, he iasked if I was seeing someone, and I told him I wasn't. When we got together after class again, he made a joke that I can't quite remember, but I do recall accidentally saying, that I enjoy being dominated. He told me to stop saying things like that, and I sarcastically replied, "Make me, sir," and things swiftly escalated. He grabbed my face and said, "Watch it, little one." I pushed my luck and asked, "Or what?" He brought me in closer and kissed me.

We had sex 2 weeks later. We had sex everywhere, at his apartment and on his desk in class.

I knew it was wrong and could get us in trouble, especially with my strict father, who would have been furious if he found out. But despite the risk, it’s a memory I never forget so I don't regret doing it.