Sunday, January 17, 2010

i ll teach you how ....



she didnt noticed him until the day his nose were bleeding while she lectured about freud and his point of view on carl gustav jung...she was speaking about how freud and jung had met for the first time and had spoken thirteen hours in a row...freud saw jung as his crown prince, she said as she heared someone gasp and a girl interruped her speech by saying oh fuck no my book alloud...jane turned around and looked at the girl standing there..the blood stained book in her hands...and him next to her..all dark curls and piercing green eyes...blood running inbetween his tissue and his fingers down his mouth and soiled the front of his shirt...excuse me he mumbled grabbing his books and bag with the other hand and left the auditorium...when she saw him next he was all clean again and blushed when their eyes met...high bloodpreasure, he explained what happened the other day...his cheeks where all cherry against the backround of his pale skin and made him look even younger...she knew he was 19* because she had looked up his file in the university office...19 and delicious, she had to admit to herself even though it made her feel uncomfortable..she watched him now while she lectured...she never asked him anything...she didnt even looked for real at him..but from the corner of her eyes she observed him like she would observe a painting of matisse..if it only were forbidden to look at paintings..because that what it was..forbidden...but even that knowledge didnt kept her from thinking..from dreaming and from fantasizing...how she would kiss him...how to unbutton his shirt and expose his slender chest...to expose his flat white poets belly...to kiss his mouth..to run her finger through the dark cloud of his hair and across his back just to close her hands over the two perfect hemispheres of his ass...ah..she could smell his youth and innocence..maybe he wasnt so innocent at all..maybe he fucked school girls behind the gym..maybe he smokes and drinks gin, she thought...but she didnt believed that...she would have to teach him...how to kiss and how to eat her..she would teach him how to come standing up...or leaning against the side of her black carmangia..she would teach him how to come in the middle of the woods or in the dark belly of the universities archive..she would teach him how to do all the things she liked...carefully she smoothered the skirt of her costume and looked into her reflection in the lecture halls door...tall and blonde...a tippi hedren in her fourties...i ll teach you how to fuck she anounced to the empty rowes of seats and straightened her shoulders...

ha dont ask.how much of this is true..or how much of this has happened in..someones past...just tell me something..do you teach? today i met a friend of mine..she is like the woman discribed above...one might would call refer to nher as milf or cougar but i dont since i hate those words...she loves men..youn men..she likes to suck up their youth...and she told me how she brought that guy home..and how inexpirienced he was ..how he just copied every single move she did..when she touched his chest he would touch hers and when she touched his dick his hand would disapear between her legs...she was amused and stirred by that...looked like a cat who just had eaten up the king of the mice...

and so i ask you..are you a teacher? because i m not..i hate to teach between the sheets...i get impatient very fast there and i stay away from virgins as far as possible...but others love it..others love to show and teach and do it all..so tell me about the time when you datet lolita or when you were mrs robinson....

*since i just recieved an angry email about the age of the male charakter in this story i d like to add that i m living in germany where you are a "fully adult" by the age 0f 18...

35 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

I was just thinking the other day...No way I'm telling you and the whole entire World Wide Web. I am an old mother and a grandmother! But the other day I WAS just thinking about...

Jo said...

Green eyes and dark curls and blood, eh?

In Ireland, this is what a poet's belly looks like. No offense, Brendan Kennelly.

As to teaching... well... a dark haired, green eyed 19 yr old, maybe... but miraculous telepathic communication would be far preferable, in general. It's when you give direction, and it still doesn't work... it's awkward. Makes me think of the Good Vibes slogan: if you want a job done properly...

And last word... I would quite like to teach you paragraph usage, I'll admit ;)

Danielle said...

@ ms moon..old? hell no..:-) so..please tell me what you were thinking about..:-) show us the pretty scelletons in ur closet..:-)

Danielle said...

@ jo

you know me to well..you know where that blood thing came from..:-)

Ms. Moon said...

No way, dear.

Jo said...

As to the postscript... SIGH


http://www.spunout.ie/mag/Voice-it/Age-of-consent

A.Smith said...

No, no Mrs. Robinson here, when I was young I was attracted to older men, I was truly bored to tears with the men my age. I don't know how much I learned and how much was natural instinct. I would never be a good teacher. Actually my husband is eight years younger than I and he knows more than I could ever hope to learn, so...what happened? roles reversal in my world?

May said...

I think Ms. Moon would feel more free if she didn't think I would be reading, but too bad Danielle! You've got us both, so we both stay shy! Perhaps she will write you an email, I'm sure she has stories.
I will say that two of my exes in particular were much less experienced than I (or maybe just lacking in imagination...) and it was a problem. I don't like to be the teacher either and I think that if that's not what turns you on, it tends to take you outside of the experience. So much better to just be in it. It's like dancing- I love to dance, and to dance with someone who moves with you and is loving it can be the finest thing, but to dance with someone who does not know what to do can be so very awkward.

Craig Sorensen said...

Nope. I'm not a teacher at all.

I'm much more about sharing; two people growing through being together.

Petit fleur said...

Hey Danielle,

Well, that was juicy! No teaching here either, although I did introduce someone to Honey Dust once. He dug it so much, I just gave it to him.. the dust and feather that is. Oh my, this is sounding all double entendre, but really it wasn't like that!

I used to have a ghia! A blue one. But it was a virgin, if you get me. Was nick named Mrs. Robinson by someone a long time ago, but he knew more. WAY more. He was just a few years younger and he liked to tease about it.

That's it for me! Thanks for reminding me of when i was young and actually had the energy for sex.
Peace,
pf

Danielle said...

@ ms moon

well..maybe you ll change your mind..later...:-)

even though we all would love to hear from your wildside...:-)not detailed...just you know

Danielle said...

@ jo

things like that happen all the time...ist allways a sword with two blades..:-(

Danielle said...

@ allegra

i lov ethe fact that there are 8 years inbetween you and your man..it shows that it can work...i think up from a certain age the age difference actually becomes unimportant....

Danielle said...

@ may

i like what you say about the dancing..and actually you totally have a point with it...thank you for beeing not shy at all and share alook inside your past too..:-)

Danielle said...

@ craig

lovely coment..and about the way you always write about your wife i so can tell that the two of you really grew great together..:-)

Danielle said...

@ petit fleur

ah that was lovely..you and your ghia..i guess you were the virgin version then..like a virgin mary drink..the car and the looks but all sweet and innocent?
anyway..lovely coment and thank you for sharing it with us..:-)

A.Smith said...

What age difference? LOL

Marina said...

Ooh, very intriguing! I'm about the age to be a "cougar" or a "milf" but most younger men don't appeal to me. I generally find myself drawn to older men - and I do like to be taught! I had a long marriage with bad/non-existent sex, so even at my age, there's still a lot to try and a lot to learn! WooHoo!

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Petit fleur said...

Hey Danielle,

What I meant to say is, the car was the virgin, not I. (As in I never had sex in it or on it!)

I'm not a car sex person. Too cramped on the inside, and too shy for outside... As my mom would say, "Whateryagonnado, huh?"

Unknown said...

Wow, what a story. Very....aching. In a good way.
I'm not a teacher of these things. Never have been. I've always found myself the one who needed to be taught. Something about those older women. Maybe that's why I married one. Of course at the time, she seemed a lot older. Now, not at all. Funny how much difference a few years can seem to make when you're young, but be completely negligible a decade down the road.

Mwa said...

I am a teacher. Of English. :-) The end.

Jo said...

Oh, Mwa. Not the language of love?

Danielle said...

@ marina

yesn woohoo for learning adn new expiriences!!!:-)

Danielle said...

@ petit fleur

ah silly me..i missread that...

yes i know..i m not a carsex person either..not enough room ect...and the gear shift is always somewhere where it dont belongs to...:-)

Danielle said...

@ p.s. haven

"Funny how much difference a few years can seem to make when you're young, but be completely negligible a decade down the road."

thats so true..at some point you just grow out of a age difference...:-)

Danielle said...

@ mwa..

good to know..:-)))))

Alana Noel Voth said...

When I was a college writing teacher, my male students hit on me often. One sent me dirty emails after he'd returned to Australia.

I think a couple female students hit on me too. Well, I think a couple had crushes.

The potential sexual tension between teachers/students is volatile and intense and often difficult to ignore. It's sexy. Hot for teacher. Mrs. Robinson. Ripe with fantasy. Complex. Dangerous. Blah, blah, nearly stereotypical by now. Still.

I had a crush on one of my older male professors when I was an undergraduate, and I asked him once, much later, "Think we should have had an affair?" and he wrote back something like, "Should have no, but would have, yes."

Alana Noel Voth said...

P.S. I meant to mention, D, that I like this post very much. Thank you for sharing it. Sexy.

Jeremy Edwards said...

What a compelling piece, Danielle! Great journey inside the mind of the impassioned instructor.

I definitely had the hots for a few instructors, back in my university days. A certain combination of poise and intellectual fervor and bohemian chic and charisma could really get me to class on time. : )

Danielle said...

@ alana

hey hey..:-) thank you for that sexy coment and for sharing your point of view..:-)

Danielle said...

@ jeremy

that sounds interesting..tell us more!!

Jeremy Edwards said...

Haha ... well, there wasn't any more. Just me crushing from the back of the classroom, and that was it. : )

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