And, well, our readers delivered. Without further comment, here are their 10 best submissions. You can read the rest in the comments here. Missed the original post? Share your own story below. You may have heard that Harvard University banned sex between professors and enrolled students. He was a visiting prof from California and was the kind of guy who played guitar in class, while his wife had remained in Cali.
This was a school on the east coast. His office was entirely furnished with bean bag chairs. It was a poetry class. I could tell he was a creep, but was sort of into the taboo-ness of it. He invited me over to dinner at his house, which was macrobiotic, he claimed to be a master of karmic sex magic, and revealed that he had a special room in his house just for sex, which was covered in purple velvet. The next morning, he had a major guilt attack, revealed the open marriage thing to be a lie, and repeatedly questioned whether I had HIV.
The sex was unprotected, though I was on the pill. The second one was less creepy, but also weird. It was extremely frustrating. I was 29; he was 45, bald, and out of shape, but there was just something about him.
I worked in the field he taught prior to law school, so I was more knowledgeable on the subject matter than the average student in the class and we always exchanged witty banter back and forth. After the class ended, we ran into each other at a networking event. It was an open bar and we both drank too much. We exchanged phone numbers under the guise of networking. I vaguely remember saying that I would sleep with you. I broke it off because I eventually figured out he was happily married and still living with his wife.
At the start of things, he indicated that he was separated from his wife and in the process of a divorce. Part II So threesome details. Hope this satisfies you perverts. We were exchanging fantasies, and I mentioned that MFM porn was my favorite and I would love to experience it. Professor Sleazeball was very turned on by this and encouraged me to find someone as a third. I set up an account on Adult Friend Finder and found the perfect guy. He was totally my physical type: We met at a bar first to see if we all got along, and we did, so we left for my place.
Professor encouraged me to kiss Third while he watched, and then I would kiss Professor. Things escalated from there, at first each taking turns, and then eventually it turned into more of a group activity. I was always the center of attention and there was never any deliberate physical contact between the guys.
Afterwards, Professor Sleazeball and I would exchange our favorite details of the encounter. Basically just dipping his toes in. After I figured out about the wife, Third texted me hoping for round two.
We met and hooked up sans Prof, and then ended up dating for 6 months or so. We told our friends we met online. His wife was in a long term coma, so 19 year old me had zero compunction about a never present wife in a faraway nursing home.
All kinds of nonsense, including on the desk of his office, while students played frisbee on the quad below. I pretty much stopped going to class, as all of my courses were held in his building, with him as professor, or with the student who supplanted me. Dropped out of school, moved away, got married, moved to another state, established residency, and finally graduated college. Loved loved loved him. He drove an unusual car and when I saw one of them I would flinch and my heart would race, ten years and thousands of miles away.
I dreamed about him for twenty years, no lie. He lent me books, he broke my schoolgirl heart. I was a Senior at college, and not quite out yet at the time. One night during spring break I was supposed to catch up with these friends to go bar-hopping, but I got out of work late and missed them at the first stop on our rounds, a bar not far from campus.
He was also gay, and while he thought he was closeted, it was a pretty open secret on campus. I also thought he was very attractive. So with a plan in mind, I went up to him to say hello. Which turned into a lengthy conservation. He deflected it at first, but gradually he became clearly interested After all, messing around with a student could seriously backfire on him. But eventually I won him over with promises of discretion, and we went back to his place for the night.
I had a great time, and hope he did too. We only hooked up that one time, and kept things casual when we crossed paths for the remainder of the semester. Yeah, I hooked up with some students. About five years after I graduated college, I got an invitation to return to my alma mater to do some teaching. I was 25, newly single and had a good job in the industry I was teaching. I taught on the side of my regular job for three years. Fucking sensational hourly rate, and I really enjoyed teaching. I was teaching an English-related course, so I challenged a lot of students to play.
This one sent me a drunk IM on the app one Saturday night right after semester finished, I replied equally drunk , and we ended up trading numbers. We texted back and forth for a couple days before she made it very clear that she wanted a no-strings sexual relationship. She showed up at my doorstep crying, banging on the door, asking the neighbors to let her into the apartment building. She was engaged less than a year later.
I decided a few weeks out from the end of semester that once I was done marking her work, I was going to throw caution to the wind and ask her on a date. All this flirting had to go somewhere, right? We dated for around six months.
Once I picked up the pieces of my shattered heart after we broke up, there were a couple more student hookups in my final year of teaching. Both of them started off as email banter and ended up getting more personal. Summer School By Sydneycat I first met him in a summer school class, an elective for my major, and during the next 6 weeks, I grew completely infatuated, although respectfully studently.
But over the next year I saw him around the building where he and I had classes, and I went out of my way to be places and events where he would be, just because it was so wonderful just talking to him and being with him. The boyfriend just could not compare, so he was gone. He sweetly asked if I wanted to share lunch with him on campus the next day. It was September, a year after our class together, and by the end of December we were married. The PoliSci Professor By Ashley I ran into a former PoliSci professor of mine on campus one day and sat down to chat because A he was that hot professor that everyone drooled over and B he had recently written me a recommendation letter.
He was about to leave my university for a different teaching position, so I suggested we get coffee to catch up. The happy hour night started at a normal bar, and progressed to a karaoke bar where we started making out due to the combination of alcohol and moving renditions of 80s anthems. A nice lady next to us said we were cute couple. Be reminded—this is a 40 year old and a 19 year old at a dive bar.
He failed miserably, but it was kind of cute. We went back to his place which, surprise, was a dorm on campus because he was an in resident faculty member. We proceeded to have wild sex all night, after which he asked me to go to a wedding with him later that weekend. Dude By WhaleDonut The setting: Throughout my sophomore and junior years, rumors fluttered that I was romancing my advisor, a very well-liked English professor.
You know the one. Also during this time, I started gaining a lot of notoriety for winning writing contests, garnering low-level grants, and the like. People harrumphed, often believing my faculty paramour was behind this success.
It heightened my already-wild reputation, especially among the male members in my Creative Writing major. I relished the attention; I neither confirmed or denied the whispers. Towards the spring of my junior year, I took up with a senior who had the same advisor, Dr. There I was, at the top of my academic game, about to have my pick of MFA programs, with a brooding, bearded boyfriend to boot.
I went along with it, more than once—for a few months even—until the mess ended shortly before the summer. Dude, we never hooked up after all. I felt bad about entertaining the rumors until I met a girl who had in fact done the deed.
Dude had a horrible case of psoriasis