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Naughty Teacher Files: Ain’t Misbehavin’

Aspen — Thu, 08 Mar 2012 07:35:55 +0000

So, it’s I, Aspen, Naughty Teacher by day, phone sex op whenever I can find a spare moment. & I just want you to know I haven’t (okay, ain’t) been misbehavin[(')g].

For example, I never ever have trolled the nearby college campus for a naughty student—a stud in nerd’s clothing, if you will. You know, the sort of fellow who is so smart there’s light practically oozing out of every pore. Except his peer group has yet to see through the nerdiness & so he gets rejected—over & over—by girls his own age. That’s where I come in.

Anyway, the fellow I met this past Saturday absolutely had not just turned seventeen on February 25th. @ least he never told me so in so many words. But, to be fair, we haven’t talked a whole lot.

So, to summarize, the hott, just barely not sixteen-year-old I didn’t meet last Saturday, didn’t follow me into the woods near the stream that runs through the canyon. & I didn’t remove my tight knit sweater. Thus revealing the balconette bra, hinting @ the excitement beneath it.

I can be very gentle

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Because I am a teacher, & my students are roughly the same age as this bright, hott, yet shy young man I decidedly did not deflower last week, I was very gentle.

I made my young, but certainly not too young, lover kneel before me as I lifted the t-shirt off his back. Then I hiked my skirt, so he might warm himself beneath it. He was in fact made much warmer between my legs than he’d have been w/ just that flimsy t-shirt. Trust me.

Besides, I was fairly certain he was dehydrated. & this naughty student (or was he a figment?) seemed rather thirsty. He did after all attempt then & there to suck the vital juices from my pussy.

While I pressed my hand to the fabric behind his head & rubbed my thumb ever so lightly over the lace covering my left breast.

But, perhaps, it was only a dream?

Want to share one w/ me?

Then call me, Aspen, your favorite naughty teacher:

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Naughty Teacher Files: Day Dreaming

Aspen — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 06:05:19 +0000

Naughty Teacher/Phone Sex Op, Aspen, here, asking,”Did you ever have one of those days when all you really felt like doing was lying about & jacking off?” For me that happens every once in a while. I dress caj &, leaning back, like to pleasure myself. Meanwhile I imagine that in true teacher mode, I show my naughty student, step-by-step, exactly what I enjoy, till his cock is straining & he’s begging for relief; I happen upon him while he’s working & we seek & find some small private space wherein we can fuck, w/ urgency &, maybe, not be caught; he’s asleep right here beside me & he won’t half waken till I slither beneath the covers & take possession of his cock. Won’t open his eyes till, @ last, being unable any longer to incorporate the pleasant suction & my diligent tonguing into his dreamworld, his eyes flicker open, just as he pours a generous morning load into my eager mouth.

I'll Show You Mine.

So run my tamer fantasies.
Now, my Naughty Student, why not call your Naughty Teacher & we’ll spin our own?
Aspen
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Naughty Teacher Files: “Two People Blue”*

Aspen — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 18:55:08 +0000

Happy Hogmanay to My Naughty Student!

I, Aspen, naughty teacher extraordinaire never know quite what to say when it comes to the secular new year. [Personally, I quite fancy waiting for the year of the dragon, @ the very least (1/23).] & when folks ask what I do for the holidays, I’m tempted to tell them that, for me, every day is a holiday in that the opportunities therein for joy, pleasure & the satisfaction of a connection made, or fortified, are unique thereto.
So it’s a rather strange feeling to pretend that a year has ended @ a time when ancient cultures rejoiced @/encouraged the return of the light.
Yes, in conclusion, I think my best option was indeed to run through the streets in the wee hours shouting, “Happy Hogmanay!” @ the top of my lungs. I only now regret having done so, @ the request of a very very naughty student, stark naked, &, like my naughty student, painted blue.
Hmmm, the paint, you see, appears to have been indelible.
On the other hand, it brings to mind many a song:
“Am I Blue?”
“Blue Moon”
“Blue Boy”
*”Two People Blue”
“Here Blue”
“Don’t It Make My Brown Eyes Blue”
Not to mention the plethora of songs w/ the word blue or blues in them. But I digress.
Enjoy each & every moment you can,
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Naughty Teacher Files: “…The Play’s The Thing…”

Aspen — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 15:21:20 +0000

"Ready Or Not"

Some say the quickest way to our next level of development is through play. Sure, you can play w/ yourself. But why not play w/ me, your easy-access naughty teacher?
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Naughty Teacher Files: Holiday Cravings

Aspen — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 05:34:31 +0000

Well, I spent Thanksgiving week alternately wrecking the bed, baking cookies w/, &/or w/ my legs wrapped around my favorite former student while he rammed me up against the wall. & if you don’t think it’s a challenge–the bed wrecking (as it’s quite sturdily fashioned) not the baking while copulating scenario–well, do have another think.

It Goes A Little Something Like This

You know the young man I’m referencing. The one whose eyes are sometimes blue, but register as sea-green in a certain light. The one whose appetite for me is relentless. & who, each time his cock brings me to the edge of blissful quasi-oblivion, only makes me crave him more.
Yes, that young man.

Naughty Teacher Files: Twenty-first Century Onan

Aspen — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 22:05:12 +0000

You’ll recall that fellow, we’ll call him Evan, who stroked his cock for me, in realtime? Well, oops, guess what? He did it again, just last week. Not only is he a world-class onanist, but his epistles are so hott they leave a moist spot, right in the middle of my panties.

Uhmmm

The descriptions of his cock alone are enough to make me tremble. I’m @ somewhat of a disadvantage, never having had a cock attached to me 24/7–except that one time, or that other time. & I so wish I could share them w/ you, but my clientele remain anonymous. & the heretofore unwritten rule I adhere to is: If you bite, you must cite. –Aspen 888 468 2030

Naughty Teacher Files: Day Job–Part 2

Aspen — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 06:11:39 +0000

Je t'en prie.

The chair slid slowly out from beneath the desk. Someone’s hot breath trailed up under my skirt. “Say ‘please’ again,” he muttered, his face nestled against my pelvis.

My pussy still throbbing, I meant to beg him once again to stop–to have a care for my job. But all I could say was, “Please–” He lifted his face and I saw the clear green eyes of my lanky student. He stood, lifted me out of the chair and turned round to place me on the rough wood of the desk.

I wondered what time it was. I wondered what year it was. Above me loomed my student–the one who seemed daily to daydream his way through class. I heard a descending zipper, glimpsed a wayward cock. “Wish me Happy Birthday,” he said, his smile lupine.

“No,” I said. But I could feel myself wanting him. Weakness pervaded me. It seemed to start at my wrists, or maybe in my cunt. Aching for his ripe young cock. Knowing I’d been wanting him for a very long time.

He rubbed the head of his cock across my pubic mound. I wanted to scream. But all I could say again was, “Please.”

“Mmm,” he said, and I heard him chuckle. This boy was laughing at me. I twisted to my right. Trying to gain purchase, trying to sit up.

He caught my wrists with one hand, pinning them to the desk. I felt the head of his cock–just the head–enter my already moist pussy. I moaned, struggling a good deal less. I was so distracted by that cock head. Only about an inch or so inside my pussy, it was triggering nerve endings that reached all the way to my nipples and back. I felt a wave of cream, my cream, rush down to cover his cock head.

He began to move. I felt his desire rise and strive within me.

I heard the clock ticking. But my hips heeded only his rhythm, which became mine as well.

Somewhere far away a shout echoed in a hallway. The air was filled with his scent. And there was only wanting. His and mine.

I heard myself say, “Please,” again, and knew he knew I wanted him. My nails dug into the plaid of his shirt as I came. I felt his heat rise up inside of me.

Later, as we rearranged our clothing, he chuckled once more, pulling me close with one arm. And I knew we’d be doing this again, quite soon. –Aspen 888 468 2030

Naughty Teacher Files: Day Job–Part 1

Aspen — Fri, 04 Nov 2011 00:44:45 +0000

Do you feel a draft?

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Yesterday what your naughty teacher Aspen laughingly refers to as reality flowed seamlessly into fantasy—and back. The assistant principle called me to his office. Ordinarily he has some uniquely boring caveat to impart. But yesterday was the exception. It seems he and his wife have separated. He wanted me to know that he might be “a little off my game”, but that he was “still looking out for [his] favorite English/French teacher.” I thanked him and told him I had a quiz to prepare during my free period.

As I stood, he snagged my texts off his desk. Then he walked around to where I was standing and placed them in my arms. I felt his hands caress the portion of my pink sweater that hugs my tits.

I took the stairs, instead of the elevator, to the 3rd floor; it gave me time to think about what the assistant principle might have in mind for our next chat.

Since 6th period is free for me, no students sat in the forty desks that clutter the room. I locked the door and drew the shade, hung my bag in the back closet and returned to the front of the classroom. There I shoved my books onto the oversized desk and relaxed into my chair with a loud sigh. My life was becoming more and more complicated. Complication, I thought, is what my morning Kundalini Yoga is supposed to ensure against.

As long as I was thinking about yoga, I figured I’d do some yoga-type breathing. I felt so tense and that never fails to relax me. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath in. Then I released it. As I continued, I focused on my breath, I felt my tits rise and fall. The muscles in my lower back relaxed as well as those in my hips and thighs. The space between my thighs widened. The tension in my neck eased.

A not unwelcome warmth had begun to spread across my thighs. It felt like a warm breeze.

I continued to breathe. All the while wondering what new sensations the next inhalation might bring. The warm breeze across my thighs turned to a heat, rivaling the Sahara’s, in the vicinity of my pussy. In the five years since I took up the practice of Kundalini Yoga, I’d experienced some odd sensations. But nothing quite like this. If I didn’t know better, I thought, as the left side of my lace pantie shifted farther from my thigh high, I’d think—

But that’s where my thinking ceased.

I was drowsily aware of broad hands pressing the inside of either thigh.

My breath caught in my chest as I tensed my thighs, placed my heels firmly on the floor and tried to shove my chair away from the massive desk. But the chair was stuck fast.

I felt a probing tongue trace the outer lips of my pussy. Then the inner lips. When that inquisitive and muscular tongue penetrated my pussy, my back arched. I moaned and writhed.

Time ticked by. I could hear it doing just that. I’d climaxed three more times. “Please,” I moaned, “my next class.” What if students were to come to the door and find it locked? What would they think? How could I explain? I moaned and came for the fifth time. My whole body shuddering…

To be continued…

Naughty Teacher Files: Best Hallowe’en Ever

Aspen — Tue, 01 Nov 2011 02:20:00 +0000

I think I may have a run. Would you 2ble-check for me?

Props to Robert Burns, the hottest poet (’til fairly recently) &

for the best Hallowe’en costume ever.

Woolly Bear--αρκτος

Naughty Teacher Files: Awesome (& Nutritious) [Up]Date

Aspen — Sun, 23 Oct 2011 22:46:16 +0000

Would You Like A Taste?

What have I been up to the last little while? Well I certainly didn’t call over to the college to request a Math tutor for my, uh, nephew, then hold the tutor here against his will (that lasted a hot ninety seconds) & force him to please me in multitudinous exotic (& several barely legal) ways. Nor does my recent purchase of an Omega 8003 indicate that I’m missing him. (I totally get that, as a serious student, he really does need to devote a certain amount of time to Advanced Calc & something called Doja 201.) It’s simply that I’ve found better things to do w/ my silky firm thighs than squeeze, apples or crush carrots. Here’s my favorite part of the new “juicer”; it’s called, the auger

A.K.A. The Auger

–coincidentally the nickname I chose for my new fwb. –Aspen 888 468 2030