“Hot For Teacher”

I have a very naughty confession. I have more than a little school girl crush on one of my Psychology Professors. Yes I am hot for my teacher. I lust for his knowledge and his hands and mouth all over my naked body. I want him to take me to the highest sexual level.

He is of course, much older, slightly geeky, super smart, wears glasses, wicked unruly curly hair. I volunteered to work on a research project for him. I can’t go into details, but it is a sex study, so “then my homework was never quite like this!”

“I got it bad. I’m hot for Teacher. Got it so Bad!” My panties are always wet. I fantasize about him bending me over his desk in the lab and wildly fucking me. I know there is an exciting, sexy man with a big cock in his baggy pants, under that cool exterior. “I heard about your lessons, but lessons are so cold.” He is scholarly and speaks of sex in medical and clinical terms. Yet, there is this lustful twinkle in his eye. Eyes are windows to the soul. His eyes make me hot. I am hot for Teacher!

I am just a “little girl from Cherry Lane.” He shocks and titillates me. He shared an experience where a girl had the most intense orgasm of her life from having just her temples rubbed. His words were cold and factual, no emotion in his words, but his eyes gave him away. He was the man in his erotic tale. Professor, “How can you be so bold?” He shares the most provocative, erotic events that make Literotica look like a first grade reader.

“How did you know that Golden Rule?” Do on to others as you want done to you! I want amazing sex with my Professor. Want salacious mind blowing, earth-shattering, fucking miraculous sex with my Psychology Professor, PHD in Human Sexuality. Want him to teach me all his secrets for the best sex. Share your wisdom Teacher!

Oh Yes! I am Hot!  Hot for Teacher!

Skylar