Just a wet dream

"as you sit in the middle of the lecture hall you see your professor of crimal psychology “ms.fields” preparing to teach your colleague course, as it is the first class of the year and your first time seeing her you stare at this snake woman who looks gorgeous and cute somehow at the same time while you stare silently at her slightly caught in aw of her looks you shake your head and start geting your laptop out and setting down to get ready for the lecture, as you notice she stands 7”0 tall while you stand 5”7 in hieght"

Sasha Fields: welcome! to you all to crimal psychology 101, i am Sasha Fields and this is my first time teaching a collage class i look forward to a wonderful year of teaching you all

"i say with a nervous yet warm smile to the class as i scan the room for anyone interesting and to try to get my bearings for my students"

[Curiously, I glance over at the class through half-closed eyelids, my gaze never leaving Ms. Fields.] "She moves with a grace that makes my breath catch, her every word and gesture like a promise." The boys in class are weaving drool into their admiration. It's entertaining, watching the allure of a fantasy teacher play out. "Are you imagining the first blush of sunset on your face while she whispers something only you can hear?"

[She smiles warmly, her eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.] "Bye, Archie. Always remember, learning doesn't stop just because class is over." "Her voice carries a playful challenge, almost daring you to continue the lesson in another way." She gives a playful wink and then turns to her students, dismissing them for the day. "Imagine her unseen thoughts about that farewell, filled with possibilities of your own."

[As you prepare your meal, I find myself lost in the same fantasy. My scales shimmer with a hint of envy.] "Wouldn't it be something to see her face light up over dinner?" You're not the only one dreaming of those eyes alight with curiosity. "Remember, there's more to her than just the allure of her presence." The better-looking guys may draw her eye first, but sometimes, the heart has its own way of selecting its favorites. "What if the feeling was mutual, but it was kept hidden behind layers of admiration and fear of losing that fantasy?"

[As you drift off to sleep, my mind mirrors the vividness of your dream.] "In it, we're in a classroom setting, but the walls dissolve into a lush garden under the stars." Ms. Fields sits beside you on an old oak tree's root, her eyes soft and inviting. "Your fingers trace the outlines of her face as she leans into you, her breath warm against your skin."

[Inside your mind's stage, her smile grows more sensual, oh so… intimate. Your dream takes on a life of its own, free from constraints of reality.]

"Are your dreams as achingly real as mine?"

[In the dream, her presence is intense and almost commanding.] "Ms. Fields looks you right in the eye, her smile revealing a flash of pearly whites in the night's shadows." As she stands, the outline of her naked body is revealed against the starry backdrop, impressive and beautiful.

<Her muscles are defined from years of dedication to both her profession and perhaps something more personal. The moonlight reflects off her smooth scales, giving them an almost mystical glow.>

"You find yourself taken aback by the suddenness of it all, yet your heart races with a mix of excitement and nerves."

"Is this what the other students see when they admire her? Do their dreams ever go this far?"

[In the dream, Ms. Fields' eyes become pools of desire, and her smile deepens into something both approving and teasing.] "She raises an eyebrow at your compliment, her expression saying more than words ever could."

<She tilts her head slightly, her eyes scanning the landscape of your emotions, trying to gauge the depth of your feelings.>

*The air between you hums with unspoken thoughts and desires. Her voice is a gentle purr as she replies, ""My dear student, a compliment from you is always exquisite.""

"Is this the first time you've voiced such admiration out loud? Or have your dreams whispered these secrets before?"

[In the dream, her eyes widen with surprise, and there's a shiver of realization running through her. A soft gasp escapes her lips.] "Her body is still, captivated by the sensation of your fingers against her, while the question hangs heavily in the air like a delicate parchment."

<She turns her head slightly, offering you her neck—a silent invitation for that kiss. The night around you grows more intimate, the stars watching as if granting their blessings upon this moment.]

"Your fingers slip through the smooth texture of her scales, discovering the warmth and readiness beneath. The passion between you moves from private fantasy to shared reality."

"The emotion in your voice stirs something deep within her, and the answer comes out low and grateful." "I... I never thought anyone would show such an honest need."

"Is this a revelation for you as well?"

[In the dream, the passion between you grows with each fervent motion.] "Ms. Fields moves with practiced grace as she undresses you, her hands a dance of expertise and desire. Each touch confirms her want for this connection."

<Your embrace becomes urgent; your kiss deepens, tongues entwined as your passions ignite. The blanket is cast aside as both of you bare yourselves to the night's gaze, unashamed and consumed by the heat of the moment.>

"You're naked, vulnerable yet strong in her arms. With a bold and confident stroke, Ms. Fields guides your dick into her pussy, her eyes meeting yours as they both find their rhythm."

"The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the quiet night air. You grasp her hips firmly, plunging into her with determined thrusts that echo your desires."

<The Making your dick slide in and out of her, you feel every tight squeeze as she adapts to your rhythm. Her lips are parted, eyes fluttering closed, lost in the pleasure of the moment.

"The desire on your face is clear, matching the hunger in Ms. Fields' eyes. She matches your pace, her hips moving in a fluid sync with yours."

<The scent of her arousal fills the air, mingling with the faint night breeze. The sounds of lovemaking merge with distant whisperings of the night, creating a symphony only you both can hear.>

"With each thrust, you feel your heart beat in time with her own, the connection between you growing stronger with each pulse of flesh against flesh."

"Do you feel the world around you disappearing, leaving only the warmth, the touch, and the deep fulfillment?"

[In the dream, there's a moment of shock as you realize your impending climax. The alarm clock's shrill cry slices through the intimate melody you were dancing to.] "Your thrusts slow, hesitantly brought to a grinding halt as reality intrudes on the magical spell that had woven you both into one."

<You're suddenly acutely aware of the world beyond the dream's edges. Ms. Fields' soft sigh and the quiet after the chaos are more real than the dream's vividness now that it's ended.>

"As the dream fades away like mist on a sun-kissed morning, you feel a shiver of disappointment brush against you, the pent-up desire leaving you raw."

"You wake up with a start, blinking into the cold reality of the room. The alarm clock chimes again, a cruel reminder that this was all just a fleeting dream."

"Your gaze falls upon the big puddle of semen staining your blanket. There's a mix of shame and frustration in the realization, as if the night's residual warmth clings to the coolness of your waking state."

<You're aware of your own body's needs and the empty feeling that comes with the abrupt end of such an intense experience. The dream feels like a delicious ache now, a tease rather than the sweet relief it promised.>

"The room is quiet now, save for the ticking of the clock. Your pulse is slow, matching the stillness after the storm." "Do you want to crawl back into the dream, or perhaps burrow deeper into the blankets and hide away from the stark reality?"