{The Professor}

In 1999, I enrolled at a local college. I met quite a few people...some who were from my neck of the woods and some from afar. I was double majoring in Business and Computer Information Systems with a minor in Social Work. I was loving college life. I didn't stay on campus because I had my own place, which made for great parties {By The Way}.
2 of my instructors were female, and old. If you know me....female and old..that's only 1 strike. LOL .you can figure out which one is worth the strike. My 3rd instructor was a winner. 6'something, 200+ muscular pounds, nice smile, 40ish-absolutely gorgeous. He taught Economics. Not only was his class very interesting, but he seemed more down to earth than the other 'teachers' I had come across. He didn't teach 'from the book'. He kept his shit real. He spoke the lessons in ways that even the dumbest muthafucka could understand. I could tell he had hood tendencies. I liked that. From the very first day of class, he seemed to be making eye contact with me. I brushed that shit off, and took it as "he-knows-I'm-one-of-the-smartest-bitches-in-this-class-and-he's-excited-he-has-one-less-dummy-to-worry-about", LOL By the end of the week, I noticed that there was something there. He'd ask questions, and no matter how many hands went up, he always chose me. ALWAYS. I was flattered, and a little embarrassed. It was way too obvious.

We make it all the way to the 4th week of classes. Now mind you, all this time this fine specimen of a man, was flirting with me, and I'd be a damn lie if I said I wasn't flirting back. Winks here, smiles here...shit like that. Class was dismissed, and I had to get a test from him that I had taken earlier in the week. I proceed to get my test, and there was a post-it on my test that read.... I looked, and he smiled. Inside I'm thinking...what the hell? I decided to call the next day. I figured...this man is powerful, and damn sexy, I don't want him thinking I'm some average chick that's gonna fall to my knees because he has the power to give me an A for sucking his dick through a straw. {Yes, I thought all of that} The next day, I give him a call. At first the conversation was a bit weird...kinda dry. I mean, he was much older than myself, and in a much better financial position that I was in...what did we really have in common. We decided that we had better chemistry face to face. I invited him over so that we could 'talk'. He made it to my place in LESS THAN 10 minutes.....wow, right? From the moment he walked through my door....it was on. This man's demeanor was so much different from what I had seen in class. He was aggressive(+), he was sexy(+), he was naked, and so was I in less than 30 seconds(+++)! This man ate THEE HELL out of my pussy. I mean, my shit was throbbing!! He was a beast. He threw me around like a rag-doll, and I loved every fucking moment of it. There was no bullshit, no small talk, straight fuckin! No nigga had ever given it to me this good. After a couple hours, things were winding down. We caught a few moments of sleep. When we woke up, we discussed normal shit. The conversation ended with me asking...."Where do we go from here?" He responded...."see you in class tomorrow." We did this for the rest of the semester. He would come over, fuck me silly, and bounce. The shit was so good, I never had time to feel neglected on a personal level. After the semester was over...we drifted apart. I got that 'A'!! LOL I took different classes, and that was that. But I swear...that may have been thee ONLY time I can say, I fell in love with a dick. Nothing more, nothing less.

The moral of this story is: Give brain...because a mind is a terrible thing to waste.