This story won’t make me look good, but it’s too crazy not to share.
Two years ago I had a one-semester guest professorship at a school in southern California. over the first few weeks, an incredibly sexy student with “daddy issues” (she was also stripping on the side) took an interest in me—first smiling at me, then asking questions after class, wearing sexy little outfits just this side of “slutty”. Finally she showed up during office hours, shut and locked the door, unzipped her little minidress and let it fall to floor (her perfect body was naked beneath) and asked me if I wanted to fuck. I wasn’t technically faculty and had little to lose, and being a married, middle-aged guy with poor impulse control, I screwed her brains out over my desk.
From then on we started sleeping together, and after a month or so she was staying over nearly every night. The sex was absolutely mind-blowing—I was addicted to her tight young body and all of things she wanted me to do with it—and frankly I have no regrets. That said, by the semester’s end our affair was getting a little bit crazy (like I said, she has issues) and going back home was an easy way to end things. We haven’t stayed in touch, but just thinking about her body and the things she did with it still makes me hard.