Have fun and try to relax!
Go forth, dear students, and turn your fantasies into realities. If you run into trouble along the way, ask yourself what I would do. Then get on your computer and email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I’ll tell you explicitly what I would do
I’d like to avoid the “You’re a WHAT?!” confrontation as much as possible, but I also don’t feel obligated to say, “Hi, I’m your date, and I’m also a hooker.”
You know when you really, really gotta go? When you’ve held it in all day and are just dying to piss? Lately, when that’s happened to me, I’ve been picturing peeing on my partner instead of into a toilet. I know golden showers aren’t thought of as sexy by very many people, but I think urinating on another person would be really pleasurable for me.
There’s been huge backlash in the feminist community against “nice-guy syndrome” because niceness should be a human quality, not one you employ because you think it entitles you to automatically get lucky. I suggest you look said syndrome up.
Problem is, I’m not 100 per cent positive where the clitoris is (don’t judge, it’s just hard to find that little bugger sometimes. It’s between the lips, near the top, right?), I don’t know whether girls prefer if I put my tongue inside them or if I just lick the general area, and I’m not sure what to do with my hands when my face is there.
My goal isn’t to control her or tell her what she can or cannot do, but I’ve told her how her flirting makes me feel and I’ve said outright that I would feel much better if she didn’t flirt so much and be so physical with others (tickling them, poking them, hugging them a bunch of times) when I’m in the room. I just wish she cared enough about me to stop.
While I’m sure you’re also attracted to your professor—he’s in a position of authority and you find him physically appealing—from your question it appears that more than anything, you’re attracted to the way he talks.
love my body and I love exposing it to the world—I love the exposure so much, you could even say it turns me on—a lot. In light of this, I’ve become a bit of a professional streaker.