Sarah was dangerous, my wife told me. Reminded her of herself, she remarked. My wife had many fantasies about fucking and getting fucked by her college professors. This after a youth of fantasizing about fucking her high school teachers. It helped us get together. I was just a TA when we met but it was close enough and kept things interesting when I became a tenured professor, though we both knew the core of the interest could never be fully realized if she was not my student. This is why we never really role-played it. We flirted with power dynamics. I would occasionally play the dom and her the sub, but we always knew it was play. We were equals now. Her the published novelist, me the tenured academic at the prestigious college.
Sarah wasn’t anything yet, by her own admission. She had high hopes but now she was just a student. A talented one, I knew. The best writer in her class, I thought, though other professors disagreed.
“That’s a giveaway, too,” my wife remarked while making dinner.
“How so?” I asked.
“She does all her best writing for you.”