When the time came to register, I was certain I wanted to take the course with the same woman who had taught my Semantics and Phonetics class the year prior, Professor Wesley. I do, I do want to bounce on your dildo. Sex I tossed my towel in my hamper near my desk and closed the door to get a good look at myself in the mirror. Grabbing the waistband and avoiding eye contact with me, he began to slide his underwear off his hips, until I stopped him. He knew what I was ready to do to him, and he wanted it. The box braids on my head cascaded down and framed my face perfectly, but didn’t take away from my favorite facial feature: my high cheekbones. I kissed his back and shoulders tenderly, softly tracing his spine with my fingers, and punctuated it quickly with a slap of his ass. I kept slapping it until it was red. Oh, fuck, I thought. I couldn’t take it anymore. I opened the message to a picture of him, bent over with a finger in his little hole. I want you to do whatever you want to my ass. My whole summer leading up to that fall semester was spent in frustration, wondering why my perfect plan had crumbled before me, that is, until
