Dating your college professor
(This was a school on the east coast.)He called me into his office to discuss a poor grade I’d gotten on the midterm.His office was entirely furnished with bean bag chairs.We flirted openly for the rest of the semester, he gave me an A I didn’t deserve (though I would have slept with him regardless), then he invited me out to bubble tea so he could officially state his desire to sex me.He invited me over to dinner at his house, which was macrobiotic, he claimed to be a master of karmic sex magic, and revealed that he had a special room in his house just for sex, which was covered in purple velvet.I’ve hooked up with two, both married, but the first one told me he and his wife had an open marriage.He was a visiting prof from California and was the kind of guy who played guitar in class, while his wife had remained in Cali.At the start of things, he indicated that he was separated from his wife and in the process of a divorce. I set up an account on Adult Friend Finder and found the perfect guy.He was totally my physical type: tall, defined muscles, light hair, blue eyes, and a chiseled jaw.
(It was a poetry class.)I could tell he was a creep, but was sort of into the taboo-ness of it.I replied that I didn’t think he did, and I certainly don’t recall being offended by anything. I vaguely remember saying that I would sleep with you.” I replied, “No, that must have been in your head.”Him: “Is it in your head too?” I was basically dying at this point, but thought, what the hell.His wife was in a long term coma, so 19 year old me had zero compunction about a never present wife in a faraway nursing home.All kinds of nonsense, including on the desk of his office, while students played frisbee on the quad below.
Afterwards, Professor Sleazeball and I would exchange our favorite details of the encounter.