All Comments on 'A Teacher's Lustful Fantasy'

As a teacher, I can relate to the invisible presence of so many stares, of feeling naked in front of the class, dangling like bait before them. Your blunt force lusts and rapid fire from one filthy thought to the next reminded me of not only dreams we have, but those moments in class when the flashes are quick and fleeting. I wish you could have slowed down here and there and allowed your descriptive style to simmer on some of those delicious moments. Overall good job. Sometimes confusing mix of pronouns; not sure if that was poor editing or clever attempt at fuzzy-headed ecstasies. But again, as a teacher like you, I felt like your dream captured the essence of what we encounter on a daily basis. Your dream was good for me. Thanks.

Totally dorky

Your grammar is not very good for a teacher.

I am not a teacher as are you, nor as wonderfully descriptive with my words. As I read through your work my mind was more in the head of the students watching you. Day in and day out. Would I notice your shy, even guilty glances about the room? The way your cheeks blush as you turned away, flashes of what might be dashing wildly across your mind. Your imagination running away from you as you could almost feel the heat of my gaze as my eyes caress your legs, wondering if you wore that short black pencil skirt on purpose today knowing just how scandalous it was. How it hugged your hips, displaying such delicious curves. Do you stretch as you write at the top of the board? Can you hear my lustful groan as I imagine you bracing your hands on the board, bent over, your stance wide, your eyes closed tight as you bite your soft lips hearing us rise from pour desks zippers falling? What you, our beloved teacher inspire in us far beyond whatever lessons we ought to be focusing on. This is what your writing makes me think of. The way you describe it all. So alive and so needful. Simply amazing. All I can say is, thank you. And, more.