I’ve been having a hard time sleeping and was really frustrated from being stood up for a date when I got home tonight. I was scrolling on here and ended up watching… something… and my hand has been in my panties for the last few hours. I can’t get off by myself and I need to sleep since it’s past 3am, but I can’t stop having naughty thoughts and it feels so much better when I touch.
Last year at school this super nerdy guy came onto me pretty strong. I was living in grad housing as an undergrad so I often was friends with and ran in the social circles of the older grad and doctoral students. I was 22 and a junior. He was 28 getting a doctorate in astrophysics, and had really thick glasses, like stereotypical black nerd glasses, fluffy brown hair, and was over a foot taller than me. He had what I call a Peter Parker butt (think Tobey McGuire Spider-man) and looked like the classic nerd and pressed his forehead to mine and told me he wanted to make my fantasies come true. I was really shy and embarrassed but the way he looked at me like he wanted to devour me made it impossible to resist his offer.
I was stressed out and invited him over during finals and quickly realized he had a perfect cock. He was big and thick and his balls were huge and heavy. He kept his glasses on while he ate me out “so I can see what I’m doing to you” and I squirted all over the lenses. It was so hot seeing his glasses covered in my cum. He’d lick my thighs in the most obscene way to lick every drop up and moan into my pussy and his hair would curl on his forehead from sweating and it was so filthy I never would’ve expected it coming from someone who looked like that.
When he fucked me I could feel his cock stretching me and his balls slapping against my pussy and was helpless to do anything but put my face in my pillow and scream from pleasure. He really played into the whole Spider-Man thing with his dirty talk (“making your pretty pussy squirt is my superpower”) which I had never even thought of before, but it was so incredibly hot roleplaying that I was helpless and he was saving me and he even kissed me upside down like in the movie!!
It went on for a couple weeks until he ghosted, but it was some of the best sex I’ve ever had and every time I see a nerdy guy on campus I wonder if they all have big white cocks and can fuck as deep and hard and good as he did.
I’ve posted about this before but the problem hasn’t gone away and has gotten worse. I keep having these filthy dreams about my math teacher from when I was a little girl. I stayed in touch with him and would spend a lot of time with him alone in his classroom over several years, because I wasn’t very popular in school, and because he was also my tutor.
I remember the exact moment I realized I was, for lack of a better word, in love with him. It was 3 or 4 years after we met, and I had a really terrible day and walked over to his classroom after school. I was on the verge of tears, and he greeted me all excited like he normally did when I’d visit, but immediately noticed I was upset and stood up from his desk. He took my backpack off my shoulders and looked at me in a way that was just like he knew I needed him. As soon as the door closed I started sobbing and he came and wrapped me in his arms. I was sobbing with my face into his dress shirt (it was light blue that day, I remember) and it got all wet from my tears and my snot and I realized I had never been this close to him before.
I could smell his cologne and I could feel how big his arms were and his strong hands on my back and his belt buckle against my uniform skirt. I felt so little being pressed up against him and I remember being glad I was crying so I had an excuse for how fast my heart was beating and the way my face went red.
Now I keep having the filthiest dreams about him. Last night I dreamed about being pressed against him again, and undoing his belt, and looking up at him as he slides his big cock into my mouth and makes my eyes water around it. He put me on his desk and lifted up my skirt and licked my pussy until my legs shook around his face. He bent me over his desk and fucked me until I squirted all over his papers he was grading and the ink ran. It’s been driving me crazy, so crazy that I even drafted an email to him that I’ve been wanting to visit him… should I send it?