The Clickable Clit: "I Get to Jump the Professor I Always Wanted."
By Bonnie Ruberg
The Clickable Clit continues this week with more adventures from the personal diary of an SF-based cybersex expert.
I get to jump the professor I always wanted
Sunday, September 28
I was always one of those undergrads who fantasized about jumping her professors. That’s why, when three weeks ago I got a Facebook message from a writing teacher at a Midwest university looking for a kindred soul to expound on the wonders of text-based cybersex, I did a little mental dance. The thing about cybersex that’s always interested me is the language, the use of words. Here I had a man with a PhD in that topic on my virtual doorstep, ready to explore the art of writing — in my pants. Then, a few days ago, I received the following in an email:
Ms. Ruberg,
I write this out of what I hope is mutual concern, concern for not only your well-being but my own. As your instructor, I can no longer ignore some troublesome developments. While past work indicates your ambition as well as your intelligence, present work does not. More effort is necessary if you wish to not only pass, but also achieve the grade you desire. I also must admit that, in class, you have become a disruptive distraction in terms of attitude, dress or both. Therefore, I strongly suggest you schedule a conference with me to discuss how we might collectively refocus your efforts toward more stimulating ends.
Best,
Dr. S.
I literally went weak in the knees when I read that. As my fiancé said when I told him about the date we set to explore this little roleplay two days from now, “Wow, a writing professor wants to pretend to do you in his office? You eat that shit up.” And I do. More to come!
“You know I’m actually sitting in my office, right?”
Tuesday, September 30
Why didn’t I do more of this in college?
I just finished up a roleplaying session with my hot professor/new cybersex buddy. Unfortunately after two hours of actually well-worded dirty talk we got cut short. I had an interview to do (man is it hard to switch gears from steamy sex to video game journalism) and he had class. We have another “meeting” scheduled for Friday though, so things are bound to end well.
The session itself was definitely interesting. 1) It was nice to cyber with someone who knows how to write. 2) It was nice to cyber with someone who takes their time. 3) It was nice to cyber with someone who I feel I can be myself, and not just a researcher, around. That is, I don’t have to pretend. At the same time, there’s the push and pull of two different people’s fantasies at play. For example, Dr. S. — as we’ll call him — wanted me to play the part of a smarty-but-naughty student who doesn’t pay attention in class and has come to him to get talked straight. Personally, I’d much prefer to be the attentive, eager student who comes to learn outside of class, develops a closeness with a professor, and then ends up under his desk. That’s just the kind of slutty overachiever I am.
After some missteps, we fell into a comfy in between space — specifically the space of me faux sucking him off. He wanted me to do it so I’d get a higher grade. I wanted to do it because I wanted to. Maybe I should have fought harder for my particular fantasy, but that’s the trouble with being submissive.
As we’re cybering, I’m wondering to myself: “He’s an actual professor. Up until recently, I was an actual student. Is there something weird here? Then, in the midst of a particularly intimate moment, he types in parentheses “(You know I’m actually sitting in my office, right?)” Seriously? I should be thinking: how inappropriate. Instead all I can think is how I could melt from the clitoris outward.
Anyways, here are some tidbits from the afternoon’s entertainment:
Dr. S.: This conversation grows all the more unethical by the second, Ms. Ruberg.
But at least I now know what’s generally been going on in your head when you’re silent in class.
Me: You don’t seem so ethical yourself.
Mostly I think about pulling down your pants in front of the whole class and… Well, I wouldn’t want to be too unethical, huh?
Dr. S.: *mirroring your action, licking his tongue up and down along your neck, kissing your collarbone
*pulling you closer, making you feel his hot hardness through his khakis
Me: *reaching one hand down to feel the outline of your cock, rubbing it through the fabric of your pants
this is much better than class
Dr. S.: ohfuck
*his cock arching involuntarily in response, while he leans over to run his hands up and down your back, squeezing and massaging
Me: *wrapping her lips tightly around you and biting down slightly as she takes your cock again and again deep into the back of her throat
Dr. S.: such a quick learner…!
To reach The Clickable Clit, write to bonnie [at] heroine-sheik [dot] com—or follow her exploits in detail throughout the week at her cybersex blog, Cybersexy.
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