The second hand slowly clicks,
As time changes.
Moments, hours,
The changes never stop.
The Sun breaks the horizon,
Downing the star filled sky,
As the moon lays down
Into peaceful slumber.
Moments, hours,
The changes never stop.
Sunlight slowly fades,
Awakening the eyes,
Of the onyx night.

Erotica 101 chapter 3 Weeks 3-4

 Awakenings 

I rush through the hallway towards the classroom. “Shit, i'm running so late today” I curse as my cup almost slips from my grasp. Approaching the room, I stop momentarily to adjust my shirt and fix my skirt “it's Peggy, Peggy McGovern.” I hear her voice, low, almost seductive. “I was wondering if you could give me a little help” , she has a little more aggression in her tone. I take another step closer to the room, from where I stand I can just see the edge of his desk, and her.

She’s leaning seductively, both hands on his desk, her dress so short it looks like it is a childs. “I bet she forgot her bra today” I groaned to myself and rolled my eyes. “That's my job” I hear Paul’s voice, dominant and strong. “Sorry! Sorry, that came out wrong. How can I help you Peggy? "I hear him ask her with both question, and facts in the statement.

“Well professor, I've loved romance and erotic stories since high school, but I can't get past the slight embarrassment of writing it.” stopping is such an over dramatic way, inhaling deeply like she didn’t practice this all night in her dorm room mirror. “I’m not very experienced, we’ll say, in the topic” giving him a seductive look, she flips her hair and smiles. I step into the room, ensuring my heels click the ground harder than necessary, clearing my throat and politely announcing my presence. “Good Morning Paul”

Like a dog caught trying to get into the trash Paul quickly darts his view from little miss sunshines breast and on to me “Umm Morning Celine” stumbling for words, embarrassment all over his face he continues. “Ms. McGovern was just asking for some guidance, and help in gaining writing experience” he looks back to her “See me after class”

Did he really just wink at her? Oh my god. Look at him now fumbling like an idiot jumping up too late and shifting towards me “How are you this morning?” he asks, knowing all to well his real question is, how much did you see and hear.

“I’m fine” I tell him, blowing him off and shrugging my shoulders. I set my briefcase and cup down on my desk, and as I started to pull the papers out, I ask “Do we have time to go over my notes? Or have I arrived too late?” Probably just in time I think to myself.

Standing there still, looking so guilty, glancing back and forth between me and Peggy. “There is always time. Do you feel there are any papers that need my attention, or were you just wanting me to review?” Such disrespect and condonation in his tone.

Flipping through the papers, “No it’s fine, i'll just pass them out as they are” I say, with defeat in my voice

As the students arrive I shuffle through the papers giving them back their assignments from last week. Polite greetings and pleasantries are exchanged. Paul stands at the lectern waiting for the rustle of papers to stop, and begins to lecture. “Good morning my fellow deviants and perverts,” he annoyingly laughs pointing around the room. “We are going to read a few more excerpts from the last assignment prior to moving on. I've selected two for our listening pleasure." He stops looking like he is making sure no one outside is listening, “and our deepest pleasure.” He smiles looking around. God why does he have to be so cringe I suddenly wonder to myself. “Mr. Randi” he waits a moment as Randi gets up. “ I've highlighted a section that I'd love for you to read for us. No intro needed”

Randi takes his paper back from paul. “Thank you Mr Thomas, don’t know if im excited or scared that you picked me” he says in a half laugh half gulp or air. He looks for the highlighted section and begins to read

“I'm sorry, I'm a mess, I never thought that we were going to end up here like this so I never told you before"

I hesitantly move my mouth from your breast, my fingers still softly caressing and teasing your lips and clit. 

"What baby girl. What are you talking about, what did you not tell me."

"I Get very very wet, I cream when I cum, I'm sorry, I just never thought to tell you, I never thought you would be here"

Without thinking I pull my hand from between your legs, bringing it up to your mouth, I softly press my finger against your lips. I feel your tongue tease out from between to lick my finger. 

"Baby girl there's absolutely nothing to be sorry about, see there's something I didn't tell you either."

And without warning my head was instantly from your breasts to in-between your legs, licking firmly, from bottom to top, my tongue slowly flicking across your clit with each pass. You let out the sweetest moan as I push my face in sliding my tongue deep inside of you, licking and sucking every bit of your sweet sweet juice that I could.

My hands now firmly massaging your breasts, playing and pulling at your nipples as I continue to lick, suck, and devour you.

"Ohhhh, ohhh, God Daddy, I'm Cumming" you scream out in a whisper pushing my face harder against you grinding against my tongue.

My mouth feels, and my face is covered and what I can only describe as the sweetest thing I've ever tasted in my life, as you come more and more for me.

"You see baby girl, eating is what I love the most, I'll eat you for hours upon hours if you'd let me, the sex doesn't please me you coming for me does"

I continue licking your clit and fingering you, enjoying the sweetness of your creamy squirt every time you come, your nails scratching up and down the back of my head you beg me

"Please Daddy, I want to feel you, I want to make you cum now."

You push me back away from you slightly, your hands on my shoulders slowly pushing me up into a kneeling position forcing me to lean back, you kiss your way down my body and take me deep in your mouth. Instantly my cock throbs and pulses in your mouth as the excitement and unbelievable pleasure forces me to fight filling your mouth with my cum.

"Baby please stop, you're going to make me cum. I've been honest with you you know I haven't had sex in a while I can't handle this it feels too damn good"

You pull back my cock slowly stroking it with one hand caressing my balls with the other you look up at me as you softly lick the precum that is glistening the tip of my dick.

"Cum I'm my mouth, I want to taste you now"

You say in an almost demanding manner as you take me back into your mouth without giving me a chance to speak.

Primal growl escapes my mouth as I feel my cock starting to throb harder and harder in your mouth. Caressing my balls more aggressively now, stroking my cock every time your mouth reaches the top, you look up into my eyes as you feel me start to explode in your mouth.

Peggy is sitting there listening so intently, but staring so hard at Paul. “Really? Could you be any more obvious? "I think to myself with disgust as her eyes molest his body. “You got no chance” I laugh. She snaps back to reality as Paul begins to speak. I actually think she didn’t even realize Randi had finished his story.

“Ok now for Ms. Jacksons selection, where is Ms. Hernandez?” Paul smiles, as Mary confidently walks up and grabs the paper.

Mary Hernadez is in her senior year. We've talked a few times, she's super funny, easy to talk to, super cute and just an overall nice person. She joked with me after the last class that her only goal is to make Paul blush with one of her stories. “He is so cute, but firm” she said “if i can break his composure i know i’ll be able to write great things” I assure her i’ll do what i can to help her do it.

She leans against the side of the lectern, flipps till she sees the section. “You sure this is the part you want me to read Professor” in a mockingly inquisitive tone she asks Paul. “Yes Mary!” he says, shaking his head.

You feel his erect cock pressing against your hip as he leans over you increasing the pressure and speed that he's rubbing and fingering you. You start to cry louder as your juices begin to pour out cumming all over his fingers with an intensity like you've never came before.

Without any control your hips begin to grind underneath the weight of his body pushing your clit firmly against his fingers, making them go deeper each time he slides them back in you. Your tears now fading away as moans begin to escape your mouth.

"That's a good girl" he growls into your ear 

As that first orgasm begins to subside slightly you find a way to get more words to escape your mouth. " Please fuck me, make me your dirty little cum slut" you beg of him

And no sooner than the last word fades away, it's replaced with a loud moan as you feel his throbbing cock slide into your waiting pussy. With passion, not force, he drives deep in and out of you with a rhythm of a dance. Long deep strokes, his cock throbbing with every stroke, your pussy dripping more and more and you feel the next wave of orgasmic bliss filling your body. 

"Cum for me you little slut, show my cock how good It feels inside of you". 

And like a puppy sitting upon command your body listens, squirting down his cock as you cum hard and soulfully deep. Your body is more relaxed than it has been in longer than you can remember.

He continues to use you, punishing your body with his raw primal desire. For what feels like hours over and over your body feeds off of his passion, releasing feelings and needs bottled up for too long. With a growl and a deep thrust you feel him begin to fill you, to pump you full of his seed. " Breed me" you moan in an almost hushed tone.

As you feel the last throb of his cock, and the combination of both of your fluid dripping down your clit onto the bed he sighs and moans softly in your ear, "Good girl, I knew from the first time I saw you that you needed this" 

Paul sits at his desk, leaning on his elbows. Listening with more intensity than I've seen yet with anything else. He likes this one, that is apparent. His hazel eyes locked on Mary as she talked. His mind taking in every word, I can see him truly envisioning the story in his mind. His arms, snug within his shirt, sleeves rolled up mis forearm, tighten, showing off the strength of them. His wide shoulders hunch slightly forward, almost in a stance ready to pounce on his prey.I like the way the corner of his mouth curls up into a sly smile every time she calls him Daddy, the primal growl building up within him when he calls her a good girl. The way his tongue slips through his lips, licking them, as if to make sure they slide with ease along her back. He bites his lower lip a little as she begs to be bred, unable to stop the slightly audible moan from escaping his mouth. “Celine Stop It” you yell at yourself as you realize that your hand had ventured below your desk and between your thighs.

As Mary finishes up, Paul begins to get up from his desk. Abruptly stopping he sits back down. An odd sudden change of mind it seems, but begins talking from there. “Thank you Ms. Hernandez, and thank you again Randi” he gives a nod of approval looking briefly at each. “You both did a wonderful job, Descriptive, lingering, steady flow of movement,” He adjusts slightly in the chair shifting his weight. Both perfect examples of two different perspectives.”

He begins to clap slightly, waiting for the students to follow suit. Mary, sitting back down now, looks at me and winks. I mouth to her, “You just about had him.”, and returned a wink to her. Standing now Paul begins to lecture the class about perspective. He explains to the class the differences between first and third person, and informs them that they are the two most used perspective styles. He then spends a few minutes talking about second person view. Admit that it is his favorite style because he feels it's easier to detail the world.

“Over the next 2 weeks, I would like you all to write me something romantic. Again you are at liberty to use your own discretion as to what romance is.” pausing to take a breath he turns and looks at me, “The only thing that must be certain is that you write the same thing, from all three perspectives.” Looking back to the class now. “Thursday we will be doing some more spontaneous dialog, and you will need to turn in the first version”, he puts his finger to the side of his head as if thinking, “that's correct, in first person perspective” he laughs in a cute way at his own joke.

He spends the rest of the class going back and forth with the students. He gives a brief descriptive about the student, and has them return it from a different perspective. It's just so silly, seeing where the student will go with the response, until Peggy that is. He briefly describes her dress, god why did he stare at her so long its not even that cute of a dress. She fails at her attempt to shyly add detail about what lays under desk. Honestly it was pathetic to watch her even try. “He’d never go for her” I strangely reassure myself.

“OK, one last one. Whos next” he slowly scans the classroom, eyes locking in on his target. “You”. And with a little bit of shock on my face I realize he’s pointing at me. “Class lets see what Ms. Jackson can do on the spot” I hear a sigh from across the class, Fucking Peggy. As he slowly steps towards me, I suddenly feel a little dizzy, short of breath, hot. “The light tan tone of his hand contrasting with the rich deep caramel smoothness of her neck, like looking at thunderstorms, raging in the distance of sunset skies, he can feel her heart crashing like thunder as his grip slowly tightened” He is staring at me, with so much focus, so much, i can't even describe it. “Leaning in closer to her, he softly presses his lips to her cheek then whispers” Dramatically, but with purpose he leans on the edge of my desk and growls. “MINE!”. He lingers there for an extra moment, staring right into my eyes, I realize I'm not even breathing. Just as i finally take a breath he swings around, “Ready class, lets see her work”

I hesitate, unable to start speaking, like he is truly holding my throat in his firm grip. I swallow, take a deep breath, “As his hand reached my throat, and I felt the calluses on his palm massage into my neck, I”m transported to the place i visit with him in my mind so frequently as of late”. My nerves have eased slightly at this point, I begin to speak more freely. “My mouth feels instantly dry, even though, droll escapes the corner of my lips. That oh so familiar feeling of need begins to rise in my body as I stare back into his eyes, ready, willing, wanting to submit to his every command.” I stand now, walking slowly around my desk to be face to face with him. “My knees weaken slightly, causing his grip to tighten under the added weight there now. I feel his weight shift as he leans in towards me. As his soft lips graze my cheek closing in on my ear, a raging river of desire begins welling up within me. And with one word, a word I longed to hear, my fate is sealed.” Our faces inches apart now, “Yes Sir! My voice and body moan in response to his statement,”

I stand there for a moment, and realization hits me “tell me i'm yours” uncontrollable goes through my mind. He lingers there a moment as well. I can see something deep in his eyes, but what it is i'm not sure yet. “What do you think class?” I hear him say as he steps back away from me, eyes still locked on mine. And i hear the class begin to cheer and clap.

Erotica 101 Chapter 2 Week 2

First Encounters, Second glances

Paul sits, pen in his hand, feverishly marking the papers as he reads, glass of Whisky on ice in his other hand. Hastefully, he goes from assignment to assignment, rapidly with purpose. He shifts his eyes back up to his computer screen, smiling as he watches her, tied and bound, her master's cock gagging her with the depth that he drives down her throat. Eyes back on the assignment, reading and flipping, marking where necessary, he tosses it on the top of the pile. "Last one" he whispers as he looks back to the screen. Her master, now grabs and bends her over, smacking her ass, making it bounce with the force. Leaning his tan face down he begins feverishly licking her deep chocolate ass, hand disappearing between her legs. Standing now, watching the screen, he sets the glass down, turns to the bathroom, and walks away. Before the steam had filled the room, he stood there in the shower. Deep growling in his throat he leans his hand on the wall just below the window. His other hand, firmly grasping his rock hard manhood, stroking slowly. Full long strokes with a smoothness and determination. "Good girl" he moans as he feels his cock throb harder and harder. Thoughts of her begin to fill his mind, again. every time for the past week, it is her that he can only see in these moments. As his cum begins to flow he looks his head to the water pouring down, "Good girl, Celine" he growls louder

"First encounters, The trials of love or failure" I begin to lecture. "As you may have noticed from the assignment I gave very little guidance" pacing the classroom, glancing down at each desk as I pass, "The reason for this is simply what is a first encounter, could it be bumping into somebody randomly at a store, going home from the bar with somebody after a crazy Friday night, an alien abduction?" I gesture to the sky. "Every word has a different meaning to everybody, so this here was an exercise to see how you interpreted the term first encounter"

Celine, standing next to the podium, shuffles the assignments into a stack. She pulls the top one off, and tosses it a few feet in the air to my waiting hands. "Into my arms, My lover came" I take a moment and look up "an Erotic short by Jonathan Morris" Patiently waiting for a response, "Don't be shy Mr. Morris, come entice our senses with your words" and with a dramatic spin I swing my arm to the podium.

I can see the slight nervousness in his face as he begins walking up, head halfway down looking at the ground afraid to make eye contact with anyone. A strong sense of embarrassment moving on his face as he reaches the lectern. "Go ahead Mr. Morris, introduce us to your story"

"Morning everybody, my name is Johnny. I hope you enjoy what I have written". Pausing to take a deep breath, he begins. "The butterflies start to well up in your stomach as you hear a knock at the door". As he pauses to take a breath you stop him

" No, no, no Jonny. You have to introduce us to your story and let us know where you plan for your words to take us. Tease us with the concept"

I urge him to start over. With an even deeper breath this time he begins

"She wanted to believe every word he wrote on the screen but the miles that separated them and the sometimes shoddy internet connection made her wonder if it would ever be real."

"Wonderful wonderful" I clap "Please do continue".

"Into my arms, My lover came"

The butterflies start to well up in your stomach as you hear a knock at the door. Waiting for this moment for what seems like an eternity now. Could it be, it's only been 2 months since we first spoke.

Walking to the door, reaching for the knob you hesitate for a moment. "What if it's different now that it's real" you ask yourself as you sigh with worry and anticipation.

Shaking away the fear "you only live once" whispered from your lips as you turned the knob.

Like the heavens opened, there I stand before you, finally. With my arms open and waiting, hardly noticing the flowers in my hand you rush to me. Wrapped in my arms, our lips meet for the first time. With longing passion and love, our lips attack each other with the fierceness of animals.

Locked in this lover's embrace a tear flows from your eye. I lift you off the ground, stumbling through the doorway......

Somewhere about halfway through his story, as I watched the faces throughout the classroom, some filled with amazement at the way the story is written, a few bashful blushing smirks, but there's only one thing that catches my eye. I watched as her hand unconsciously massaged the nape of her neck, her eyes locked in a stare, yet I could tell she was not looking at anything that was here. I noticed the shallow labored depth of her breath, as her breasts became further accentuated in her tight blouse with each breath drawn in. Realizing my intent gaze may be noticed I quickly attempt to shake off that admiration on my face.

I look you in the eyes "Baby, Make me cum" you beg of me as you bite your lower lip.

I stop Jonathan there, "Great work, Great work" Clapping I praise his work, hiding the fact that I have no clue where in his story I stopped listening. "Everyone let's hear it for Johnny'' I raise my clap high to get the class to follow along. Looking off to the side of the classroom, I see Celine, still lost in the daydream trance the story put her in. "Celine, who's next?" I clear my throat as I ask, snapping her back into reality. With a startled hesitation she quickly grabs the next paper. "Peggy McGovern" She pauses, waiting for a response.

One of the shy girls, who very clearly had blushing embarrassment on her face, stands up and walks to the front of the class. Grabbing her paper from Celine's hand she begins to read. She is no more than a few sentences in when I look at Celine again. She's standing there, resting delicately on the edge of the desk, listening so intently, paying attention to the story this time. I can't help but notice the ampleness and shape of her ass, like a perfectly ripe peach ready to pluck from the tree. I notice the way her thighs, legs stretched out in front of her, leg half crossed over, fill her skirt so perfectly. The way her breasts sit, almost comfortably, not perky, not saggy, just right for the voluptuous size of them. I see the way the ceiling lights make the light brown color of her eyes shine. I've never seen such unique eyes before. Almost like lightly stained wood, but with hints of darkness dancing on the edge of them. And her lips, so full and juicy. Like a Venus fly trap, waiting for the prey of a tongue to slip inside and be captured.

As Peggy finishes up her story, with a thank you and a giggle, I snap back to the class, and begin to clap. "And ladies and gentlemen this will conclude our time today, everyone thank our participants for their bravery, and magical words." I continue to clap as Peggy walks shyly back to her seat, then continue. "We," I point to myself and Celine, "will be looking over and grading these over the next few days, Thursday when you return, We will have selected a few more to be read, and we will discuss a few things" turning to return to my desk "No be gone" I mockingly brush off towards the class.

Celine sits at her desk. Pen, notepad, and cup ready to get to work. She pulls the top paper, and with determination begins to read. I sit at my desk and do the same. For a first full assignment I am pleasantly surprised, the bulk of what I read only has slight grammatical errors, a fair mixture of 1st and 3rd person stories, only 2 in 2nd person which the rarity of makes it to be my favorite. About half way through the stack, I hear a slight whimper that catches my attention. Looking up I see Celine rubbing her bottom lip. It was quite clear something was catching her attention to the point she bit her lip instead of the end of the pen that usually dances on it. I shake my head and laugh to myself "Someone did a good job writing that one"

I finish my stack, and get up, walking slowly to Celine. She is intently scribbling on the current paper she is reviewing. As I get closer my eyes can't help but look straight down her blouse. Leaning forward, breast resting on the desk, their size and the slightly to small size of her blouse leaving a wonders view of her cleavage, like a hillside waiting to be rolled down on a spring day, further down my eyes try to venture, catching in the dimly lit shadow of her shirt, the slightest hit of her areola, just a few shades of of her milk chocolate skin tone, like mixing strawberry and chocolate milk together, peeks out the top of her deep purple bra. Unconsciously I lick my lips, then snap myself back to reality. "Um Ms. Jackson, I'll take the ones you've prepped so far," reaching my hand towards her before she even looks up at me. "Any keepers in there" I jokingly ask her

Still reading, and marking up the paper, she fumbles for the stack, grabs it and lifts it up for me to take. "I assume that one needs work" I ask in a laugh. Rolling her head both sideways and up she looks me in the eyes and laughs.

"No work needed if aliens penis is meant to be described as'' pausing she scanned the paper looking for something "a large, hard, member, that resembles the trunk of a redwood" she sighs and continues, "how is that erotic, or appealing" she giggles she she begins to look back down. I can't help but notice the way her head seemed to stop momentarily as her eyes met the level of my waist. Head back down, she's right back to work. "And didn't I tell you to call me Celine" she matter-of-factly reminds me as I return to my desk.

Thursday morning, I set up a second podium in the room, laid out a questionnaire on each desk, and sat down waiting for the class to arrive. As I drink my coffee I look up at the clock "why did I get here so early today" with aggravation I ask to the empty room. It's 8:27 and there is still thirty three minutes until class begins. I scroll through my emails on my phone, feet up on the corner of the desk, back to the door sipping my coffee, when I hear footsteps enter the room. "Ah Good Morning Celine" I greet her with enthusiasm and I am startled by a voice not Celine's.

"Oh, I'm sorry professor, it's Peggy, Peggy McGovern." She sheepishly speaks. " I was wondering if you could give me a little help" less reservation in her voice now.

"That's my job" I blurted out, a little faster and harsher than I meant to. "Sorry! Sorry, that came out wrong. How can i help you Peggy"

"Well professor, I've loved romance and erotic stories since high school, but I can't get past the slight embarrassment of writing it." she pauses "I'm not very experienced, we'll say, in the topic" she shyly looks slightly off to the side. On Tuesday, she was modestly dressed, long sleeve blouse, slacks, a sweater over top, but not today. Today she is wearing a very low cut, very short sundress. Right as I realize the exaggerated way she is leaning onto my desk, and the clear fact that she seems to have forgot her bra today, im again startled by foot steps, followed by a sharp "Good Morning Paul"

Turning, my cheeks warm, with the probably noticeable pink hue of embarrassment, I look to Celine standing just a few steps into the room. "Umm Morning Celine'' strangely having difficulty speaking as my mouth suddenly feels very dry "Ms. McGovern was just asking for some guidance, and help in gaining writing experience" Looking to Peggy "See me after class" I quickly stood up and took a step away from the desk and Peggy. "How are you this morning?" I ask, feeling like I'm trying to create a distraction or change the subject

"I'm fine" Celine curtly responds as she continues walking to her desk, placing her belongings down. "Do we have time to go over my notes?" she asks angrily , "Or have i arrived too late?" still with a sharpness in her voice. "Probably just in time" I hear her mumble just slightly louder than I believe she planned to.

Still standing near my desk, Peggy nervously shuffling through her bag, I look to Celine. "If you think we need to" I begin to address her calmly. "There is always time. Do you feel there are any papers that need my attention, or were you just wanting me to review?" Realizing after I said it, the condescending tone my voice had.

"No it's fine, I'll just pass them out as they are" she almost hisses, not once looking up from the stack.

Erotica 101 Week 1

Erotica 101

Indulge your senses in the story of Professor Paul, and his battle with growing feelings for his undergrad assistant Celine. When an erotic writing course ignites flames of desire in real life, the teacher sometimes becomes the student. 

Week One

Introduction to Erotica

"Good Morning everyone" I make the announcement as I step into the classroom. "Welcome to Erotica 101, creative erotic writing" gesturing to the white board and the class name surrounded by suggestive photos. "I am Professor Thomas" I laugh a little and give a slight bow " In this class we will be indulging fantasy's, filling the walls with words of passion, love, unbridled primal needs, and spreading the seeds of desire, with thoughts all people have, but only few can express!” I briefly pause surveying the class. Stopping momentarily, I glance at my watch, then at the door. My new undergrad assistant isn't here yet. "Never set a child to do a grownups job" begrudgingly I mutter in my mind 

My last TA only made it through 2 weeks of the semester, not sure if it was the immature nature that Mike had, or the inability to actually write a coherent paragraph about anything, but either way he was gone.

"Ok, class your first assignment. Give me 50 words describing a lover's eyes" I lean on the closest desk, smiling as I look into their eyes. "You have 15 min, and go" walking back to my desk, putting my feet up and I smile. I look at the faces, some scared and lost trying to think of the words, some intensely scribbling and erasing and scribbling some more, and just one, in the middle row right in the back, lost in thought with the end of their pen between their lips smiling as the words fill her head.

I watch and take in how each student works, noting who seems to be having trouble, who seems to be overly analyzing for the perfect words, who seems to just have words flowing out. Standing now, walking to the front of my desk, I half sit on the edge. " Times up" I whisper in a playful and seductive tone, and all eyes are now on me.

"So who's first?" I ask and are met with confused looks from all over. "What? Do you think your just here to write, and me to read?" taking a deep breath to let out a fake chuckle. " If you can not be comfortable reading your own words, then no one will be comfortable reading them." i search the faces and look for the biggest deer in the headlights "You" i eagerly exclaim, pointing to a athletic looking guy in the third row, "You first"

He hesitantly stands up, looking more nervous then a child at the dentist and begins. " Her eyes are like small flowers, full of color and life. They sparkle like snow fresh fallen.. " I stop him there "Wonderful, Wonderfull, she has white flowery eyes" with a chuckle i continue "I'm kidding, great start.... " I turn my head slightly tilting my ear towards him hinting to introduce himself 

"Spencer sir"

"Good job Spencer" giving him a nod of approval " Class what Spencer did there is a good start, but you have to be more detailed, your reader doesn't want to hear flowers, they wants to hear her eyes were as blue as a chrysanthemum, softly kissed with the sparkle of a late spring snow" I pause, all eyes are on me. " Successful erotica relies solely on your ability to make your reader see every last detail of the moment" I take a look around briefly "You" pointing to the woman in the back that I noticed earlier, " Come up here"

Without hesitation she leaves her seat and walks confidently to the front of the classroom, her notepad in hand , She begins " Hints of emerald, scattered through the baby blue sea of stars.." With a flamboyant twirl I speak out." Hey hey hey, slow down, amazing attention to detail"

" Thank y"... As she begins to thank me for the compliment i sharply interrupt "you're stealing the show from me" I say jokingly "I called you up here to give the class a demonstration"

I take a large step closer to her, surveying her face, her eyes, her hair, her neck, staring intensely into her eyes.

"The golden brown hue of her eyes accentuated more by the rich ebony color of her skin, burned like a fire raging on a winter night. Filled with Deep passion that had been building up for months. With a hint of uncertain doubt, a sparkle glimmers, she wonders what's next"

Having held her breath this entire time, she speaks through an exhale " Wow", she pauses taking a needed breath, then she continues "And I always just thought my eyes were Brown" she laughs catching her composure. 

" Thank you for your assistance Ms..." Playfully looking at your watch as I wait for her to respond.

"Jackson, Celine Jackson" she gives a mock curtsy as she introduces herself.

" Oh, ladies and gentlemen," I announce with a smile, "Let me all introduce you all to Celine, my assistant for this year. I believe that she's in her last year as an undergrad, seeking a masters in literature with a focus on modern and postmodern?" I state and ask. She nods her head politely acknowledging my correct assessment. "I was starting to think you were not going to show up" jokingly, but with authority in my voice, I scolded her with a fake disapproval.

"Ms. Jackson will be with us all semester, her job is to help you articulate, inspire, and bring visions of passion to the words you write" laughing a little, I crack a smile. "Basically she reads your stuff before I do, to give you a chance to fix it"

Surveying  my classroom again, I wave to the whiteboard "Everyone come up and take one photo from the board" I pull down a photo of an orchid and hold it up "Your first full assignment is to describe what the photo suggests to you. I expect 100 to 150 words minimum." this time with a more serious tone "And everyone will be reading Thursday morning" I turn away from the class and walk to my desk, hearing the shuffling steps of the students as they surround the whiteboard deciding which photo they want to grab.

Celine is standing patiently on the opposite side of my desk waiting for the last student to leave. "I'm sorry Professor Thomas, let me explain" she begins to speak with a hint of uncertainty in her voice, not sure if the mock disappointment was real or not. " I wanted to take this first day to watch and see your teaching style first hand from the student perspective, in the hopes that it would help me better assist you this year"

Reassuring her with a smile "It's quite alright, Ms Jackson, I'm just glad to have you" offering her the same mock bow that I gave the class introduction with "And secondly I will be viewing you as an equal and a colleague, so feel free to call me Paul"

A hint of happiness from your acknowledgment flows across her face with a shy smile. "Thank you! You can call me Celine." Reaching out her hand in a gesture to properly greet you. "Calling me Ms Jackson would make me feel old" she laughs as we shake hands.

Thursday's class comes and goes, the usual start to a semester. The assignments were as expected, a vast over usage of exaggerated description, I actually think that this class beat the previous record of the amount of times enormous was used in a single assignment. No real shining stars, but a few of the students do look to have potential.

Celine spends the period jumping from desk to desk marking up their sheets after they are done reading, giving slight guidance on grammatical flow, aspect accentuation, and generalized constructive criticism. As the end of class nears, I inform them that "As the naive students eagerly put away their belongings, and they hastefully exit their seats, they ensure to grab the next torturous assignment from the astute professor's desk" I point to a stack of papers that Celine now stands next to.

She hands the assignment out as the students make their way to the door. When the last student has vacated from sight, and with a burst of laughter "Oh my God, I think I'm going to have to Google some of the terms that they tried to use." She says to me through her genuine laughter.

"That's not nice" I say in a slightly hushed tone, "Our job is to help the students find their creative style, not to make fun of early shortcomings" I begin pointing a finger at her the way a grade school teacher does to a young child when reprimanding them.

"Ok I'm sorry but you have to admit that his enormous penis decimating her gaping valley of Love was hilarious"

You let out a sigh nodding your head "Touche! I'll give you credit on that one"