He stood 6 foot 1, his tattooed skin disappeared into his rolled up sleeve of his button down. He looked restless, and mean in fact he was mean. He scared everyone, but he only drew me in. It's against the rules, but a girl could only fantasize, I just wanted him to bend me over his desk and fuck me. His class was pointless for education, but perfect to day dream about all the nasty things I wanted him to do to me. I wonder how big he was, I wonder if I could fit all of him inside me, or maybe even feel him in the back of my throat...I starved for Professor Brown.