My name is Sam, I'm 20 and I want to RP with an older woman. I'm still a virgin, I've always just been too nervous to ever try anything. I'm also quite shy in real life, always blushing and stammering when someone flirts. I've had this fantasy of an older woman seducing me and "showing me the ropes", (maybe literally).

I'm pretty submissive and shy, especially around women. I'm pretty thin, 5'9" and 150pbs. I have short black hair, shaved body hair, and usually shaved face. That's what I look like irl, but I've always wished you look more feminine, wider hips and bigger butt mostly.

I really like intimacy, you know like deep kisses, cuddling, whispered I love you's as we make love, just general fluff. I don't like things like degradation and humiliation at all, if it happens I will block. I am also pretty kinky, I like bondage, edging, very mild choking, anal play (receiving, or giving), giving oral. Like I said, I'm very submissive. I like pleasing people and I'm always afraid of disappointing them. We don't have to use any of these, it is totally up to you. I am also very open minded don't be afraid to tell me what you like.

I've had this idea about a college professor, very original I know. It's not the trope of "sleep with me to fix your grades", I'm not a fan of that. I was thinking it could either be stress and looming finals getting to me and you comforting me and things happening from there, or me coming back after I pass your class to thank you for helping me so much, and then things progressing.

Here is a prompt that I have been thinking about.

I had always been the shy nerdy type, and that didn't change when I had entered college. I didn't get out much and that didn't bother me, but that resulted in me never having my first time. I was always just too shy to approach. I also didn't want to come off as a creepy guy who bothers people. I was content to just be in my own space, and then I started my second sophmore semester.

My calculus professor was a gorgeous women. She was early to mid 40s, super friendly and nice, and I instantly developed a crush. I always tried to go to her office hours, even if I didn't need any help (which wasn't often), I would try to save problems to ask about to have an excuse to go. I resigned myself to the knowledge that nothing would ever happen, we were after all professor and student. The semester slipped by and I tried to bury my crush, but her kindness, her inteligents, the easy smile she was always wearing, they always reminded me.

As finals week seemed to approach faster and faster, so to did my anxiety and stress shoot up. Dispite my status as being a nerd and liking computers and technology, math was never my strong suit. I kept pushing my worries and anxieties to the back of my mind, but it was bound to catch up with me eventually. I was overworking, desperate not to fail any of my classes. I was continuing to go to her office hours, trying to work though math problems, but it just wouldn't click I'm my head. I was so frustrated by myself that I couldn't stop the tears from falling, to my mortification. But there she were, concern etched in her face as she offered me a comforting embrace.

That got away from me a bit. This is about 70% real life stuff and 30% fiction. I'm very flexible so you can change this however you want, or if you want to throw it out entirely id love to hear your ideas. If you are at all interested in chatting with me, please send me your age in your first message. Please nobody younger than me, thank you.