How good would it be… If I had sex in my senior seminar classroom?
I must be honest…
The thought has crossed my mind more than once while we’re there analyzing prose
I think it’s because of the classroom itself…
See, it’s a small classroom with a single oval table and about ten chairs for us to sit in.
There are tons of books all around the classroom in glass-door chests and I wonder…
How good would it be… If I had sex in my senior seminar classroom?
Before anyone gets there, before our novels by Dickens are spread out taking all the space, before we are consumed by the world of literature, I could meet with my lover and have hot, wild, passionate sex on the table… in my senior seminar classroom…
Think about it… Not only will the thought of being caught by the professor make the love scene intense, but also having such an audience in the room makes my blood rush now, simply from the thought!
Oh! The tons of wonderful authors in those books that surround us will be there as well, watching my lover and me making love on the oval table.
Dickens, Marlow, Shakespeare, Chaucer, Conrad, and The Bronte Sister are all there, amongst others, watching us….
It’s like we’re having a literary orgy
And I, conscious of the audience, will moan using alliteration…
Baby, I’m begging for your blissful belongings!
And using my metaphors and similes…
I will ride you like a drunken woman on a mechanical bull because your loving is a downpour on my body…
I’ll even use metonymy as I whisper in your ear and tell you, your Johnson is feeling exceptionally delightful…
And just when our climax is near, before my classmates arrive, before the novels are open…
While we continue to work towards our love coming down… I’ll look over my shoulder and in the excitement, thrill, and stimulation, maybe, just maybe, I’ll get a glimpse of the authors giving us a standing ovation…
Or, wait… could it be my professor walking in?
It is… He walked in as I daydreamed about,
How good it would be… If I had sex in my senior seminar classroom.
