Zille Defeu’s Fetish Fantasies

Last night I had a really sexy dream about the professor who I had a serious crush upon at university.

I was visiting – let’s call him Professor Sonnel – as I have actually a couple times since graduation. But in this dream, the sexual tension that was between us whilst I was his student was back, and multiplied manifold.

(True story: He took me out for coffee many times. This grew into going out for sushi, which occured a number of times. The very last time, he drove me back to my apartment, and went to kiss me on my check, as he had become wont to do, in a casual European manner – but which of course he did not do with every student, and which always thrilled me to the core. I turned my head at just the right moment, and we shared a kiss on the lips. I really can’t tell you how long it lasted – it is in my memory as being a long, intense kiss but also far too short – but I’ve always felt it proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that there more there than just my schoolgirl crush on him – that the attraction was reciprocated … even if his having a wife and daughter meant that neither he nor I would ever take it further than just walking on the razor’s edge of lust and longing.)

But, this was a dream, and so more could happen! He met me, and said something very flirty in greeting. In real life, back in university, I would have blushed and stuttered at this, but in the dream I confidently drawled out a sexy comeback.

He was leading me back to his office, and outside the door, he said “I’m glad you feel like you can respond like that, now….” We went inside and he closed the door, and turning, said to me, “But I prefer to be in control.” He was looking intently into my face. “Do you understand?”

And, I most certainly did, and I sank to my knees in front of him.

“Yes, like that,” he said. Me being the eager sort, I was already thinking about giving him a blowjob, but he hauled me up, and shoved me up against a bookshelf. (Which is just hot, generally, but in this circumstance was mind-blowingly hot!) I can’t now remember how it was phrased, but at this point he basically asked me what he could do to me.

“I give my consent for you to do anything you want to me”, I said, which is not always a smart thing to say, but this was a dream, so it was all going to work out fine. If perhaps painfully, on my end! (As it were….)

And then, most unhappily, I woke up!

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