The Hot Essay

In the cool, dim light of his abandoned classroom, Professor Belford sits grading essay after essay of mediocre student work. It has been an especially taxing day, lectures are one thing, but it’s always an overwhelming stress fest when term papers are due. He can feel the tension in his students when they arrive to class with worried faces. He can even see the anxiety in each typed letter of poorly slapped together papers by students rushing to finish at the last minute. It’s a head ache for him too and they know it.

That’s why he thought he would go soft on his college students for once and give them a broad topic to write about. He hoped this would encourage creativity in his students and also save him the chore of having to read the same identical damn paper all night.

“Write about something you love.”

It was the only guideline he gave them, and deep down he was hoping for a flood of inspired pieces about the adventures of travel or the priceless beauty of art. Instead he got a heap of duds. One was about dogs, another about was about their grandma, and even another was about restaurants that stay open late at night.

Professor Belford was speechless. He expected far more intense work from these rising college students. He longed for something to catch him off guard, intrigue him, and make him fall in love with the very object of their devotion too. Perhaps he expected too much from them. After all, these were young and wild creatures that filled his classroom. Their minds undeveloped and inexperienced, but their bodies filled with raw emotions. If only one person could capture that.

That’s when he finally picked up the last essay to grade from the pile. As he read the opening thesis statement, his jaw dropped and he nearly fell out of his chair. It was nothing he had ever seen before in all his time teaching.

– I must confess this personal secret, what I love and think about the most in the world is… wild and stimulating sex.-

The first sentence hit him like a sledgehammer. He kept reading and reading, feeling heat burn through his body as he read the student’s profound testimony to all things carnal. Professor Belford couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It wasn’t as shocking about how unconventional the topic was, it was stranger about how honest and vivid the student was as they described all their most intimate desires and longed for escapades. The words were bold and revealing, it was an outstanding paper – about something that could have a student expelled.

-I can’t help my thoughts are ruled by it. My obsession is rarely tamed, and I find myself even finding the most enticing arousal build between my legs as I just sit in class and listen to the teacher.-

Professor Belford felt another wave of heat surge through him as he realized the student was speaking about him. It was crazy to write about something so intimate and then turn it in for him to read and grade. His body quivered at the thought of such outlandish acts. Who could this daring student be? Who would have the boldness to be so blunt on such a deep subject? He was breathless as he read the student’s name at the top margin of the paper.

-Laura Halter-

Suddenly, his mind was flooded with memories of the beautiful and curvaceous student that sat in the back of his class every day. He definitely remembered her. Oh yes, he had noticed her many times before and found himself lost in awe of her pink plump lips and mesmerizing blue cat like eyes. She was a siren if there ever was one. Her lovely hourglass figure could reel any man’s attention as she walked into class with big luscious breasts barely contained under her thin shirt, and a round fat ass hopping beneath her short skirt. Her waist was thin and her stomach was flat, her legs were long and slender, and her hair was a blazing mane of fire orange that only highlighted her out of the crowd even more. He could barely concentrate when teaching for fear of locking eyes with that ginger temptress in the back row.

If Professor Belford followed through with policy and did what his job required him to do, he would report this to the dean and have Laura kicked out of college. Her Jessica Rabbit ass would be automatically failed and have to take the class over somewhere else. And yet, Professor Belford trembled as he held the girl’s paper in his hands. He felt a bulge begin to harden in his pants and strain against the seams of his khakis. He never known the young girl was a nympho. He would have never imagined such kinky and naughty thoughts raced behind those sapphire blue eyes.