She was my student around 5 years ago. At that time, I believe she was around 18 to 19 years old. She’s statuesque and curvaceous, an ebony teen who walked gracefully and serenely in and out my classroom, looking like a misplaced African princess of a long-lost civilization, dressed in skimpy skirts and low-cut blouses instead of a gown. There really is something about her that would make even the most noble of us into randy savages. And I am no exception for I am very much a man, after all.
Admittedly, I dared to even order up high-class prostitutes whenever I would leave for out-of-town seminars or conferences, just so I can imagine that I’m riding her and not these paid ebony nude girls that arrive at my hotel room. I’d pump them hard and relentlessly from behind, dog-style, and imagine that it’s my ebony teen student who is squirming and moaning in ecstasy at my hardened cock ramming her with as much force as I can muster.
Even after she has graduated with honors, I still find myself fantasizing about her. It was around this time that I went on a cross-country speaking engagement tour and finally had my fill of ebony nude girls visiting my hotel room. It was never enough to just imagine it’s her sucking my dick until I came into her mouth. That’s when I finally admitted to myself that I wanted the real McCoy and not gaudy replacements. Realizing that it was turning into a vicious cycle for me, I decided to end my tour early and return to campus.
Low and behold, I found her working at the university as an assistant teacher; and taking up post-graduate studies to become a full-fledged professor like me. I was so impressed that I finally gathered enough courage to take her out on a date after she garnered her Master’s degree. Later on, this former ebony teen student of mine became my wife.
Well, now that I’ve admitted everything to her, I write this post with a clear conscience. And I believe she will be reading this just as soon as I post it. Here’s hoping she likes it.
