So I have a professor kink.
Not that I didn't already know this. What I did recently find out though, is that it's not so much a relationship I want, but neither is it purely psychological (i.e positions of power, intellectual etc). Then there's lust, which I have in spades for this particular prof. It's all of this together, resulting in me undressing my political philosopher prof, who, mind, isn't actually all that attractive.
And there's another thing. It's so random. If it was looks alone, it would be my Japanese prof. Said political phil lecturer has a bit of a hunch and a strange, not altogether flattering haircut. It's not personality, though his there's nothing wrong with it -- and he's a great lecturer, he's a great tutor and he's super friendly-- but that's the norm. Pretty much all my professors are. I can't single out why my mind has chosen him.
Yet he keeps permeating in my mind-- I keep concocting scenarios where I go into his office, shove him onto that ridiculously messy desk, and have my way with him. Alas it really is too bad professor-student sexual relations are forbidden. For good reason, sure. But I mean. It's not like I want him for a better grade. I already get good grades. I want him for strange nebulous reasons I can't figure out, and it's construed in such a way that fucking somebody pretending to be a professor won't scratch my itch.
Gods I want him. He's like this delicious piece of temptation that is so close, but so so forbidden. Hnnnnnnnnnnnnng.
*scurries off to read student/professor fanfic because good lord am I pathetic*
And there's another thing. It's so random. If it was looks alone, it would be my Japanese prof. Said political phil lecturer has a bit of a hunch and a strange, not altogether flattering haircut. It's not personality, though his there's nothing wrong with it -- and he's a great lecturer, he's a great tutor and he's super friendly-- but that's the norm. Pretty much all my professors are. I can't single out why my mind has chosen him.
Yet he keeps permeating in my mind-- I keep concocting scenarios where I go into his office, shove him onto that ridiculously messy desk, and have my way with him. Alas it really is too bad professor-student sexual relations are forbidden. For good reason, sure. But I mean. It's not like I want him for a better grade. I already get good grades. I want him for strange nebulous reasons I can't figure out, and it's construed in such a way that fucking somebody pretending to be a professor won't scratch my itch.
Gods I want him. He's like this delicious piece of temptation that is so close, but so so forbidden. Hnnnnnnnnnnnnng.
*scurries off to read student/professor fanfic because good lord am I pathetic*