(A pre-Covid extracurricular sextivity. Wear a mask and social distance, you animals.)
So I’ve always had a little bit of a fantasy about sleeping with an older man—silver(ish) fox, experienced, confident, etc. Your standard hot college professor daydream. Hardly a new one, I know. But it’s probably a result of all those years as a good little student (and some other issues I’ll choose to ignore for my own sanity). It’s still a good fantasy, I think.
A bit about me. 27. I’m tall, 5’9”, with fair skin and light brown hair. I have some decent, well-proportioned curves, probably courtesy of all the sports that I used to play. Recently, I moved to a new city and got back into the grad school grind. The standard mid-20s changes. I’ve been working hard and keeping my head down, but there’s only so much work without play that a girl can take, right?
I figured, I’m young. Miles away from home. Now is the time to live it up and do something crazy for once.