To the busty student [F] in the front row of the class I [M] taught last semester

(Obligatory I teach students who are all adults disclaimer)

I am composed and professional when I’m writing my equations on the board, explaining tricky concepts for the class.

But still, I can’t get over your big fucking tits.

I saw the way your cleavage got deeper with each passing class, the way your big fat fucking tits bounced as you walked down the stairs of the lecture auditorium.

Why did you pay such rapt attention, your eyes following me like a hawk, when everyone else looked either bored or neutral?

Why did you hang around when I was trying to answer your questions as quickly as possible in office hours?

Why did you always sit in the front row? And why did my blood rush whenever you made an insightful comment or asked an interesting question?

I like my job, so I am utterly and completely composed in class. I would never dream of doing anything unprofessional.

And yet, when I’m home, I find myself dreaming of your big fucking jugs as i milk my cock dry. I have always been obsessed with big boobs, and now I find myself fantasizing about yours, the porcelain skin under your top, the sensual curve of your mouth under your face mask.

I’ve spilled so much of my cum thinking about you, and you’ll never ever know. ❤️

(Hit me up if this story resonates with you! Im always interested in hearing peoples’ reactions!)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sqk0wr/to_the_busty_student_f_in_the_front_row_of_the

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  2. Oh man. I was a tutor/occasional TA in college, and there were more than a few students over the years who made it really hard to focus on my job, and a couple who were absolutely doing it be design.

    Fortunately, I was a student myself and wouldn’t have gotten fired, but on campus I’d still try to keep everything professional.

  3. I used to fantasise about a professor who did some of our workshops. There was just something so sexy about him and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t dress up just for him! He was always professional and nothing ever happened, but i did catch the odd glance here and there, and it made my day.

  5. When I first TA’d a class, my (female) best friend insisted on picking out very stereotypically academia-esque sweaters for me, explaining it was because “we’re going to give the girls with professor fetishes something to get horny over”.

    I had no idea what to say in response, and never would have done anything with the students I was officially TA’ing for even though I was only a couple years older. Definitely flirted with some of the peers I tutored one on one, though…

    Oh, and I did wear the sweaters to some of the official tutorial sessions I taught for those classes. I’m too oblivious to tell if it had any effect, unfortunately. :P

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