So I was a sophomore in college. And I’m gay. But I’m really girly. I wear heels, make-up, I keep long bouncy hair. I had organic chem where my instructor was a 32 year old black women. She had a banging ass body…and an phat onion booty ? and she dressed to show it. So her class was my last class of the day for MWF. I used to stay to help her carry stuff back to her office cause she was always struggling and dropping stuff. So after a while I started hanging out in her office with her while she graded papers and things like that. One day I asked her why she dressed the way she did and was she trying to catch the attention of someone ? she laughed and said no she just be getting dressed. I looked at her and before I could catch myself I said “yeah right, you know what you’re doing with all that ass” and I immediately slapped my hand over my mouth, apologizing…but she was not offended. “What you mean, all that ass??” Was her response. “Be truthful” she said. So I was like fuck it, and I told her I thought she was sexy asf and I would smash her any day. Apparently she didn’t know I was gay until I said that. I told her I was gay asf and I be looking at her every time we had class. She was shocked and whatnot. Playfully, I said something like, if you didn’t have a husband I’d give you the business. Then she goes and says, you’re a girl, it doesn’t matter that I have a husband and she just looks at me with this look for a good 30 seconds. And I’m like, “don’t play with me, prof, I’m too serious” she claps back with I’m serious too! *shhhiiiiitttttt , bet!” So we text each other all weekend being nasty I’m telling her what I would like to do to her, she asks me questions about sex with me and asks me questions about my strap on ??. I come to class Monday and have to act all nonchalant like we wasn’t texting nasty shit all weekend. We do an exam and she texts me during the exam asking if I can meet her at this motel after class… ?? i promptly text back hell yes. So after class I go to my room get my “equipment” and I head over to the room she texted to me. I get there but she isn’t even there. I called her maybe 4 times and waited a good 45 minutes before I decided to just leave. As I am putting the car seat back in position and cussing cause I’m mad asf my phone rings. It’s her and she’s like oh I’m sorry my husband was trying to get me to come home for my 3 hour break between classes. I’m tryna act all cool like I wasn’t low key pissed asf. So I say, it’s cool and that I’ll wait for her. She gets there maybe 9 minutes later and we go to the room. I like to be clean before any kind of sexual encounter so I asked her to bathe with me. During our shower I see how amazing her body is without clothes and I can’t help but touch her. To my luck, she doesn’t mind at all. I ended bathing her and then giving her head in the shower. We move to the bed where things got so much more exciting. Long story short I smashed her and she loved it. I ended up having sex with her for almost the whole semester. Her husband never found out…that I know of….
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/90nyv5/me_f_and_my_straight_and_married_college
There is no way you went to college.
being a millennial is not an excuse for horrible grammar and a poorly written story. My first thought was the same thing. By labeling yourself and using it as an excuse you open yourself up to ridicule.
Next time at least make the story interesting and write about the interesting sexual parts instead of half assing a story about how you went to a hotel with your professor and then saying, we had sex.
Just a thought!