Professor Fantasy

[ocea]

I'm looking for someone who'd like to help me indulge in my yet to be realised fantasy of seducing one of my university lecturers. I need him to outwardly appear quite staid and sensible but have a whole other side I can bring out

As for me, long red hair (as usual), cat-like green eyes (as usual), tall, lithe, full lips, little beautymark on the right side of her jaw, sexy in a Rita Hayworth kind of way, very forward and intelligent.

 

[Guest]

Prof Sanderson

I would like to see you in my office after class today to discuss your work todate.
If you could contact my secretary Ms Jenks to arrange a suitable time. When we could give it sufficient time to explore your prospects with the University.
I always feel that the sooner freshers get to know the staff the better.

 

[bearlee]

ocea, there is a story that probably won't be picked up again Friday called From Small Town Girl to Big College Cheerleader that you might be able to somehow work yourself into. It might be tough, but you might want to look at it.

 

[cgraven]

Prof. Raven

Ref: Big College Cheerleader

ocea,

Yes it is a good story but rather developed with several roles. As this is your Professor Fantasy you may want to develop as you see. If interested I will play the role. Reply hear or PM me

Professor Raven
a.k.a.
cgraven

 

[bearlee]

Heck, we have a whole basketball team, etc. There are many possible roles and scenarios. I love writing with my fiance as a theme and she loves it too.

 

[cgraven]

Dr. Maple

Dr. Maple sat in his office it had been a long day. He was still running on Canadian time, hadn't quite gotten use to everything turned about. Australia was beautiful but it should be winter coming on not summer.

It was a long road that had brought him from McGill in Montreal to this small Australian College. The scandal, the acquisations, the charges of rape, Jean crying the last day "All I wanted was for you to love me". Yes he had been cleared of the rape charges but the rumors processed. True they had an affair and it was proven it was mutual. His reputation was ruined, they had he was let go. Yes let him go without prejudice. That was when he was forty. There had been a string of temporary positions but nothing permanent. Dr. David Claude Maple at fifty was settling in to another position. This far away from the land he so loved all because he had scrummed to the passionate side of his nature.

The year had been good. New collogues, good conversation, and teaching again, his passion. No! He would not let that passionate French side of him out again. All here saw only the conservative proper Welsh academic. Reserved in all things except, when he dawned the vest and mask of the swordsman. There the passion stilled flashed as the tip of his rapier paired and trusts until he found his mark, touché, and the killing blow.

Dr. Maple was running late as he sprinted across campus from the gym to his isolated office in his bungalow by the graduate students' complex. Consoling sessions, course selections for next year, for some, for others sent back to try again. He had just finished the last of today's schedule. All had shown but one. She had not even bothered to send a message. A shame really. She was brilliant and showed great promise, but too much of the free spirit.

The campus was quite now. Suddenly there was a knock on his door.
Come in I was just putting on some coffee Ted. Emerging form the kitchenette he stopped a contemplated joke frozen on his Lips. It was not Ted Knight but she.