We kept the details of our personal lives private and separate one another. We agreed this was the best course of action to maintain an intense sexual connection and to not have any part of our own realities cloud our time together. I was happy having the Professor in my life as just an amazing lay and I believe he felt the same way. We went about our days and nights as if we were both single, keeping our dirty text messages and sexy rendezvous a secret just for us. In fact, in the months since we started having sex, I actually met someone. He was a student, like me, who happened to sit next to me in lab. He asked to borrow my notes one day and I didn’t have them on me so I told them if he met me at the University coffee shop an hour after lab ended then I’d bring my notes to him. We ended up talking about our majors, our other classes, work and friends and before we knew it, a few hours had gone by and he hadn’t even glanced at my lab notes yet. I’d be lying if I said he didn’t remind me of my Professor. He was tall and had a strong build with dark hair and dark eyes. He was a positive person, with a good attitude and a big heart, topped off with a pearly white smile. As much as I yearned for my Professor nearly all day and night (I even found myself dreaming about him only to take up both disappointed and aroused), I knew that when I graduated we would most likely end our “thing”, as I would no longer be his student and I would also be moving back home for the summer, at least temporarily. I told myself from the beginning that it was possible and more than likely that the Professor, too, had a significant other whom he cared for and possibly loved. He didn’t wear a wedding ring but he was a sexy, intelligent man with a good career—how could he be single? I figured he was attached and that we were both just acting on our most primal urge—our sexual attraction to one another. And, after all, I initiated things with him.
Author: SmearedInk
She takes Advantage [MF] [Unconscious]
“How are you feeling?” She must have asked him that at least five times since he awoke from his surgery but she felt she couldn’t ask enough. Although it was fairly straight-forward gallbladder removal surgery, she still worried about his recovery and put 110% of herself into taking care of him. They had been married several years and had a wonderful, rich, and fulfilling marriage. He was a reputable and well-to-do contractor and she was a kindergarten teacher. They both loved their jobs and though they had no children, had a very busy life together. They traveled to beaches where she showed off her hourglass figure in skimpy bikinis while he drank Mai Tai’s under a large straw hat, they snowboarded together in the Alps then warmed one another up in the evenings on a fur rug in front a fire—just like the perfect marriage in a movie. They were made for each other. Immensely attracted to one another mentally, spiritually, emotionally and physically.
Winter in the Wilderness [MF]
They had been alone in their log cabin now for several months. Only big enough for a small bed, a stove, and a latrine, the days in the confined space crept by slowly. Their existence was routine. In the morning hours, he left. He trudged through inches of icy, hard snow to chop wood, find food and gather supplies. The remote wilderness offered them an array of animals to feast on, but he, the lone hunter equipped with not much more than a crossbow and rope, often had to spend the entire day from sun up to sun down finding them food. He would bring back his haul and she would prepare it, wash his clothes and hang them up by twine near the hearth, which was also their stove. They rarely spoke, the solidarity of their situation had pushed them apart. They existed in their primal state, their small cabin, in the wilderness, solely to survive. Gone were the days of walking the river together, catching fish and making love in the shallow stream. No longer did they lay nude under the cover of tall trees, rolling in the brush and touching one another until they were numb. All of those days seemed to have washed away when the harsh, unforgiving cold rolled in on them. Things were harder, the cabin grew colder, and the winter was taking a toll on them.
Sexting my Professor
After our last post-lecture rendezvous behind the podium, I had been thinking about my sexy Professor more than ever. It had been a couple of days since then and we had been exchanging text messages daily. They always started out harmless, things like “I can’t wait to see you again,” and “I can’t get you out of my mind.” On this particular evening, I was sitting alone at my apartment, painting my toenails and listening to music. My sliding door was opening, and a warm summer breeze drifted through the door and brushed against my dewy skin. A glass of cold Chardonnay sat on my coffee table, sweat dripping down the stem onto the wood. I picked it up, put the glass to my lips and let the cold alcohol past my lips into my throat. I felt its effects in my core almost instantly. My arms and legs came alive with an exciting tingle and my brain felt a jolt. I glanced over at my phone, sitting face up on the couch. 8:22 pm. I had been telling myself not to text him daily, that to make it the most exciting would mean to have our texts and meet ups less frequent. But I couldn’t stop thinking about his dark eyes and the utter excitement I saw in them whenever he saw me. I sat my glass of wine down on the table, picked up my phone and laid back on the couch. I slid my left hand down the front of my yoga pants and let my pointer finger gently massage my clit over the top of my red string thong panties. As i gently touched my soft folds I opened my text messages with my other hand.
Fucking My Professor [MF]
X-posted from r/sexstories Mods let me know if that isn’t allowed.. I’m new!
THE PROFESSOR
The way he looks at you when you talk—like each word you utter is the most interesting or intriguing things he’s heard—and the fact that he treats each student that way—that’s one of the sexiest things about him. One of, I said.
One day in class I just decided not to fight it anymore and I spent the full 75 minutes imagining all the scenarios where I could be alone with him in a place where I could make my move. I had come up with several promising place and after class that day I decided that the parking lot after next Friday’s evening class would be the best.