“That’s it for today you hooligans! Now don’t forget, finals are in a couple weeks so make sure you have all your assignments turned in before then. Have fun this weekend, but stay away from trouble. Don’t add to the population, don’t subtract from the population. Stay out of the hospital, the newspaper and jail. Sayonara!”

Light laughter arose from the crowd of students as they began to grab their belongings and shuffle their way down the stairs and out of my lecture hall.

“Oh, Miss ____, if you don’t mind staying behind so I can talk to you for a moment.”

You look shocked to hear your name. Once we are alone I sit back on the edge of my desk as you approach me. “Yes sir, you wished to speak with me?” You ask in a meek voice. Soft brown eyes anxiously peering up into blue. I mention how you missed a few questions on the last test and inquire if you would like to earn some extra credit by giving me a hand reorganizing the lab tonight.

I knew you would say yes. However, I was unsure whether it was because you are a perfectionist who wants to leave my class with a 100 or if you simply wanted to be alone with me. It hasn’t gone unnoticed how intently you watch me during class. While others are dozing off you are there absorbing my figure with your gaze. On the days you wear a skirt you never fail to be the last one walking out when class is over. Can you read my thoughts as I see your backside swish from side-to-side?

You show up around 7 that night and we get to work. The space is filled with small talk; how your other classes are going, what places around town we like to eat at, and upcoming plans for winter break. We’re nearly done with everything when you struggle reaching up for a box on the top shelf. I scurry over to help you out but your hand recoils when it brushes mine. Glass shatters and chemicals splatter our clothes when the box hits the floor. I don’t hesitate to scoop you up and carry you to the emergency shower, pulling the cord once we arrive. The water soaks us. I lower you to your own two feet and can’t look away. Fabric clings tightly to your skin, accentuating luscious curves.

It is impossible to say who is more shocked by the event. You glance at the box lying on the ground. MgSO4. “We should take off anything that got hit by the spill. Just to be safe,” you suggest. I nod my head in agreement. I taught you magnesium sulfate is harmless.

We peel the clothes off our skin until there is nothing but undergarments left to our names. Your body lectures me on mythology - you are Aphrodite’s daughter; Epitome of beauty! My next lesson is in theoretical physics. Time itself slows down as your hand snakes behind my neck and draws my lips down to yours. My hands are running along your freshly exposed anatomy. A mortal touching a goddess. In frenzy we remove the last scraps of cotton from one another and I lift you onto the nearest lab table. My newfound passion for geometry is ignited as you lay back and my brain processes a shape it never knew could exist. Our mouths clash once more; tongues in a furious battle. Mine eventually retreats and begins a slow descent. Neck. Collarbone. Cleavage. I take your left nipple and gently suck on it. I relish in the moans you make. I balance the scales and give your right nipple similar treatment; using my tongue to trace a spiral from areola to the bud of your breast. I grip my shaft and start to circle your entrance with the tip. The wet slurping of your anticipation can be heard. Whimpering your need for me I continue to coax your desire. It’s only once I see the danger in your stare do I oblige. Sheathing myself inside you, our flesh becomes the release of yearning. We continue mixing til the physical and chemical reactions leave us both consumed.

Limits: Bathroom Shit

Kinks: Various and still being discovered. Chances are if you like it enough, so will I.

I prefer to play characters that resemble myself. Blonde hair, blue eyes with a very muscular athletic build. Send me your ideas. Come fuck my mind.