Hot for Teacher

“Hot for Teacher” by Van Halen is playing in the background when you walk in to the suite in Greenwich, CT.  I’m ready for my lesson, studiously dressed in nothing but a blazer, bowtie, stockings and garter.  You are ready to delve into higher learning.

The lesson is interesting as I shameless flirt.  I can’t take my eyes off of your straight edge.  I can’t help it.  I have a ruler fetish.  Perhaps it is 12 years of Catholic school upbringing but it’s really hot…I cross and uncrossed my legs out of nervous giddiness…You try to keep on the task at hand – guiding me through your foundations of long-term business success and discussion of brand equity. Its been awhile  for me but these conversations are just as stimulating as that ruler sharply tingling my erogenous zones.  You aren’t afraid to smack me with the ruler to remind me that I better pay attention, either.

There is a moment of recognition between us.  The air in the room changes.  Its getting warmer.  My eyes penetrate you and like a superhero, in one swoop, I grab the straightedge and leap on top of you.  All at once my hands cover your head.  My mouth envelops yours and the straightedge goes under your chin as if to say ” you are mine.”  We revel in that position for awhile, me on top of you, enjoying the explosion of anticipation.

I pull you into the bedroom.  I force you onto the bed.  We make out like rabid animals – grabbing and pulling.  Playfully I rub the straightedge in the precise spot on your boxers where it counts most.  You groan.  I rub harder.  You groan harder.  We play tug-of-war with the ruler, laughing, kissing and fondling each other without hesitation.

I love being back in school.

Yours truly,

your kinky courtesan xx