My name is Mirabel. I happened to have
an unavoidable attraction for my
lecturer in my second year in the
university. It all began one fateful
morning when were supposed to have a
lecture, FORTRAN.
It happened that our old lecturer,
was retiring and a replacement was
brought to continue with the course.
The outgoing lecturer came into the
lecture hall that afternoon with this
young, vibrant looking man who
introduced himself as Mr. Desmond.
He was meant to take over from
retiring lecturer.
I was lost in erotic thoughts at the
sight of this man that I didn’t even
bother to listen to the gibberish
introductory message, I was just
focused on his masculine physique
that stole my heart and whole being
that instant. He was fondly
addressed ad Mr. Dez by fellow
students.
Despite the fact that I was studying a
science inclined course, I was never
serious with my studies. I hardly
attend lectures because I had it at the
back of my mind that no matter what
happens, the word “Impossible”
simply means “I’m possible” in my
dictionary so I didn’t bother myself
about that.
I am a very easy going person who
believes that every goal in life is
attainable, it doesn’t matter the paths
you took in achieving it. The most
important thing is that the set goal
was positively achieved. That was
my new mission with my young
lecturer, Mr. Dez. I am a lover of
good thing and highly attracted to
cute men, most especially, the young
energetic ones.
These characteristics were possessed
by Dez and I was bent on having him
grace my bosom. Dez was tall (6ft.
7”), dark, he had this physique like
those hot black Americans we see in
Hollywood movies.
Damn! He was so cute with those
well-arranged sets of teeth with
slight opening in the middle upper
front teeth covered with the most red
sexy lips I‘ve ever seen.
His smile made my stop for a second.
His eyes were like the blue sky and
the shape of his ‘Mandingo’ adorned
and well packaged on the pair of
jeans pant he wore that day and a
shirt that graced his broad shoulders.
He was the sexiest creature I ever
laid my eyes on ever since I set foot
into the campus. I felt like I had a
mission to accomplish and my goal
must be met at the end of it all. After
the introductory class that day, I
could not get Dez out of my head.
He became my imaginary stalker or
either ways. I started attending his
class and made sure I never miss any
period just to behold his sensuous
presence. Desmond is a kind of man
any responsible girl in her right
senses won’t let to pass her by. They
were limitations, I know but I cared
less. He was 10 years older that I was
but hardly looked it because of his
sporty appearance.
Secondly and most importantly, he
was married with kids, still I
damned all the consequences. My
fellow course mates noticed my
unusual attendance to lecture more
especially that of Mr. Desmond’s,
other courses, I cared less about
them because I knew that definitely I
will pass them at any cost (monetary
not otherwise).
One day, it was like waiting forever
to be noticed by this super sexy
creature of my lecturer. I had an
assignment that I was yet to
complete, so I came in earlier
enough to do them to avoid any
embarrassment from Mr. Desmond
whose class we were having the next
period.
It was as if my heart was calling out
to him, lo and behold, there he was,
alone in the lecture with me. Luck
smiled on me that day it was my goal
accomplishing day. I greeted him
with the sexiest smiles I had and
rested my hands on his broad chest
because I was already standing so
close to him.
He was amused and taking aback by
my strange reaction. I comported
myself immediately and removed my
hands from his chest, walk closer
and gently whispered into his ears
that I will like to see him after the
class in his office.
He asked if I was having difficulty
with the course, I affirmed by
showing him he undone assignment
because honestly I had no ounce of
idea of how to get the right answers
to the most strange questions I’ve
ever seen in my entire life, Gosh!
After what seemed like forever to
respond to my request, he told me to
see him after the class. The two hours
he spent in class were the most
boring of its kind; he kept repeating
one sentence over and over again. I
was lost in deep thoughts while
staring at him like suckling looking
up to her mother for breast milk.
He noticed I was absent minded and
asked me a question; it took the
intervention of the girl next to me to
bring me back to reality.
At last the class was finally over, I
quickly rushed to my room, took a
quick bath, applied a very seductive
perfume, and wore a see-through
short gown cover with big, long
jacket and set off to his office with
my books. He was almost on his way
out when I walked in.
He shouted at me for keeping him
waiting and asked why I didn’t
follow him after the class. Of course
the question was met with silence. I
quietly closed the window blind and
locked the door as he stood there
moping at me as if he’s seeing
double. I came back and stood in
front of him and he asked again,
what was that for?
Before he could complete the
question, my jacket was already on
the floor, I stood there almost
na.ked. Yes! I had him under my
spell. I knew at this point that he
cannot resist me because all of a
sudden his voice disappeared. I
moved closer and kissed him
passionately, My Goodness! his lips
tasted like honey.
At this point, he could not hold it any
longer, he grabbed my two
sumptuous oranges that was pointing
at him like arrows waiting to be
released on a prey. He squeezed it so
hard that I noticed the kind of effect
I had on him. In no time, we got
down to real business, just exactly as
I imagined it.
He was smooth, gentle on the bare
floor and the times we spent was so
magical that at that spot, I realized
that I was in love with my lecturer.
Nothing else mattered tome then but
to enjoy the sizzling moments with
him.
An hour later, we were both dressed
up and I was almost at the door
when he suddenly found his voice
and asked what that was all about, I
took my time to narrate the story
from the first day he entered into the
lecture hall. Apparently he had the
same feeling but was trying to thread
with caution.
The affair continued secretly till I
graduated. It’s been three years since
I left the university, got a job, got
engaged and getting ready to get
married to my supposedly husband. I
never regretted my decision to get
what I wanted from my lecturer.
I was only following my heart but
know the difference between love
and obsession. It was much later I
realized that I wasn’t really in love
with my lecturer rather I was
obsessed with him. You might
contribute years of your life into
someone else’s, only to realize at
long last that it was all just an
infatuation.
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