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I swear, even with the language barrier, my students here pick up the material five times the speed as the slow witted fools lining the seats in the lecture halls of home. There are things about this place that are paradise.
Unfortunately I've still not really met anyone I want to date. It's probably fine. I'm not sure if I need to, though. I honestly think that my desires in that area just stem from the part of me that wishes I had some stories to rival all of yours.
I got so wet reading each of your notes. After the first few I had to stop reading them out in public, even though I know how much you might wish I was. I was so wet that I know some people could smell it. One of my students was looking around surreptitiously while he was talking to me after class. He couldn't figure out what it was. It was honestly kind of adorable, but a weird feeling looking at one of my students thinking about sex while I was actively horny.
A few hours later I got out my wand and read the things you wrote over and over again. I came for the first time since I last saw you, and it was incredible. It went on forever... a few times. The whole experience was so intense I would almost describe it as profound. I came so hard that I had to sleep on the couch that night. I soaked every part of that bed. All the way through the sheets in some places. Couldn't move my arms or legs for minutes after. I couldn't even turn off the toy for thirty or forty seconds because my hands were involuntarily clenched into fists. I love you all, and I wish I could kiss you all right now.
Maybe one after the other now that I think about it, just to avoid chaos... Or, I could kiss Ginger on the mouth and Willow could kiss my neck while she plays with one of my nipples while Lea touched herself and kissed the other one. Violet would be the one to kiss my clit... All of that is obviously just to start with. I wish I could read your minds to see where you took it next.
Other than missing you, there isn't much about my day to report that you don't already know. Well, maybe not nothing. Just less than each of you has had going on. Honestly, at this point much of my downtime is spent drinking with some of the other faculty, as I try to get to know them. Unfortunately, I can't keep up, and keep winding up lecturing hungover. Twice now, just in the seven days of class so far. It feels strange to be drunk one of without you. Not unacceptable or even bad necessarily, just strange. I guess because I feel so safe with you. It's not that I don't feel confident I can deal with strangers under whatever circumstance, it's just weird being the only one to watch my back again. Feels like college, or something.
The second of those hangovers came after a night where I almost went home with someone at the bar, but thankfully Fiona – one of my fellow professors – stepped in and kept me from making an acute ass of myself. I didn't even really remember, but she filled me in the next morning. She is probably the most likely candidate of anyone I've met here thus far for any kind of a meaningful friendship. I think I like her fine, and she seems both intelligent and curious. Curious in both senses, honestly. Quirky and cute.
We're actually going out for coffee tonight, as a matter of fact. It's her first year teaching at the university level, so she likes asking me a lot of questions based on my experience, and you know how I like that. I ask her about the city and how to not look like a tourist except when I'm being a tourist. I feel like I'm learning far more about both my cultural and geographical surroundings from her than I am from anyone else thus far.
Honestly, she is really great. If I described her for very long I bet I'd convince myself that I have a crush on her. Well, I do have a crush on her. I just don't know that it's anything more than a friend crush. She's very, very charming though. She actually stayed at my house the night that she kept me from fucking that guy. Oh yeah. It was a guy. I was going to suck his cock and everything. He was really very taken with me, and my job. I don't think he was a student, but I don't really know. He was definitely a lot younger than me. Older than Ginger, I think...
You have no idea the things I wanted to do, though. Filthy things. Things I haven't done to a man since before I met some of you. I was going to wrap my throat around his cock until he came, choke on him and swallow him all at the same time. Once he filled my mouth with his cum, I would have held him down and ground my clit against his cock to make sure and keep him hard until I was ready to fuck him. I wanted to feel him in my ass just as much as I wanted him in my pussy. From the way he called me "Professor", I knew he would have done anything I asked, and there is something undeniably appealing about having that sort of control over a man, even if I deny the appeal of men.
I fantasized about that too. I got off twice the next day thinking about what I wanted to do with him. Once with my fingers in the bathroom across from my office, and once at home, with my toy. I was wet for a whole day. The night I met him I was way too far gone to masturbate, let alone orgasm.
Fiona stayed all night, though. She made me feel sexy without touching me, or even meaning to. She made me feel like I was still pretty and interesting even though I was extremely gross. Really. My hair was tangled up in my own saliva, I could barely stand, and I was staggering just as erratically through my words as my steps. I didn't feel judged by her. I felt aggressively unjudged by her, actually. It was a strange, warm, comforting feeling. Even when she sat in bed with me just in case I had a real problem. She's so nice.
Damn. Yeah. I do have a legitimate crush on her now. Ugh. I guess I've got that to deal with now. Nothing like NRE to kill a hangover, though.
According to her, drinking heavily with the new hires is just something of a faculty bonding tradition, so I'll be doing a fair amount of that, I guess. It's hard to match pace, but it seems kind of expected. I know. I don't feel great about it, but I'm just trying to make the most of the experience for the time I'm here. I'm pretty sure I'll just be sober for a few months after I get home as a counterbalance, but right now I'm embracing the embarrassing. Expect some amusing phone calls from me over the upcoming weeks, lovelies. I mean, assumedly I'll figure out a way to keep up with them eventually. It's not like I can teach the entire semester hungover.
Anyone who wants to speculate on what happens tonight with Fiona and I should totally do so. I'll tell you the way less exciting, and pretty underwhelming version in my next letter. I'm really glad that we're doing these. I feel so much more connected to you than I would with just with our normal conversations. I love knowing what's happening in your lives. Of course, I now wonder if this one of those times that I'm showing my age via my opinions regarding telecommunications.
Oh, let me know if you need any help understanding what I sent you last. While acknowledging that you are all very intelligent women, I know that some of the math is above your levels. I love you all so much and I'm already impatiently waiting until I from you again.
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