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"