FEMALE FANTASIES

" I want s*x so passionate the stars rip open the roof of our bedroom just to watch. " This quotation by Christopher Poindexter defines so much of my wild imaginations. My name is Isabella Amahle, a 19-year-old student at one of the finest universities in SA, and I am currently pursuing my bachelors degree in industrial, fine arts, and social sciences. Art and design as a human activity does involve aesthetic,intellectual and practical skills,although to become broadly significant,it should interact with the content in other fields especially science,comparative education and industrial studies in studio Art/Industrial Design/museum and Gallery management. You're probably wondering why the hell am telling you all this........Well, first things first! allow me put across the fact that am passionate about my field of study even though that's not the actual reason........I got big news over the course of this holiday, and to say am excited would be an understatement..........This semester, we're doing 'History of art 'a unit taught by Mr. Andrew Ndidi, the finest, hottest, youngest lecturer at campus, he is every girls' dream man, and I've heard of incidents where students in his other classes fought over him. Not that he ever dated any of them, I heard he's married. Besides all these rumours, I've actually never met or seen him in person. How i got to know him and the origin of my obssesation is a whole other story. The literal thought of him touching my skin makes me c*m, he's the man of my dreams and I must confess I've fantasised moments where he ripped the clothes off my body and had his way with me; not once not twice but an un healthy number of times.......Girl we literally stalked this man since fresh man's year buh his life is so private, he probably not on Internet. Luckily, my best friend was in his class last semester, and she took lots of videos and pictures that she shared. As a matter of fact, i refused to go to campus the whole first week because the first person I wanted to see was Mr. Andrew. So!.....with no further due, the semester officially opens tomorrow for me; his class is first according to the timetable, and I simply can't wait.....I can't wait to have this man all to myself.......... The long awaited day finally came, goodness me!.......I could hardly sleep last night fantasising and picturing how today would go.I mean, i have everything already planned out, from my outfit, to my sitting spot etc. I want to wear something beautiful, elegant, simple, and stunning. Something that complements my body and beauty so well. I've decided to wear a sleeveless, silk knee-length dress. I'll add a gold chain for a belt, matching heels, not too high, least my feet will hurt, but my dress code should make a statement. Am not the makeup girly, but today, I'll apply simple, not too bold, type of makeup, and my gloss, of course, is the cherry on top. Obviously, I am not the only one plotting to seduce my lecturer, but, like my name 'Amahle' suggests, I am the most beautiful girl in our class. Am sexy, am gorgeous, intelligent, and smart....So I have been complemented, what I do know is that this hourglass body shape, the small pointed boobs and my fat ass will soon bring him to my possession; i mean hardly any man ever resists my beauty and when I sway my hips past him a few times, he should notice. Plus! my brains always sell me away before anything, I've always been the best female student in class for all i remember so he's definitely falling, and I'll gladly catch him between my legs.....there's just no way around it. For today's class, I'll choose a seat not at the front and not at the back, but well situated such that the angle of his desk allows him to have a good view of the package. Now we don't want to make it look so obvious, honey..... that's how we get them in our trap. Confidence is key, and you've got to show no interest, look them straight in the eye when you talk, but then be innocently seductive. One more thing! be prepared. How are my prepared? I spent the whole day yesterday reading a head. Not that I didn't know anything about the history of art, I just wanted to be absolutely sure that whatever he teaches me, I am certain about...... easy peasy! From my research so far, according to our course description, we'll be looking at the Palaeolithic, Mesolithic, and Neolithic cultures of SA. The desiccation of rock art, prehistoric Sahara, Sahara figures, palaeolithic man, middle stone age man, new stone age man, rock paintings and its distribution. We'll also study the prehistoric man of SA, especially the Stone Age era, their tool and tool making techniques, as well as their way of life. I for one appreciate the broad cultural social context of man and his art in the prehistoric world and the fact that I studied something related back in high-school makes all this easy and interesting, meaning there's going to be real good interaction between me and the target all semester............ Sticking to the plan; we made it to class on time. Not quite the early bird, but at least we're here early enough to book that special spot. I made my way through the aisle, picking a seat on the left corner of the third row such that I could lean against the wall. I then sat down, looking in the direction of his desk to be certain that I would have a clear observation of the target from that point of view. Even so, I still wasn't satisfied until I went over to his desk pretending to be the lecturer while my classmates laughed it off, thinking I was just being funny. After confirming the positions were right, I unpacked my bag... leaving only the books I would need for his class at my desk before making my way out again. I took my bag and the rest of my belongings into my locker and then proceeded to the library. The aim wasn't to read but another one of my many moves........I wanted to find him in class already, but at the same time didn't want to stay too long, or else I would appear disrespectful. Eventually, I left the library when I felt the time was right, never been so wrong........By the time I got to the door, the man was already inside, giving his salutations and introduction, I felt like an i***t as I stood there knocking......He ignored me! For some reason, I stood still and couldn't move or speak, all the while my head held high, cause we got to keep a cool face, but what?.....I had never felt so small, and what was meant to be the best day was already ruined. I stayed there for what felt like an hour but was actually a few minutes because I heard him call out for me to enter soon after he introduced himself to the rest of the students. I pushed the anger at the back of my mind as i confidently entered the room......my heels echoing in the background, stares growing strong with every step i took, he's even stronger. I gently pulled out my seat and sat down gracefully like the lady I was. " Good morning once again!"......he stared as I made myself comfortable, looking him straight in the eye, his face emotionless. "For those of you that strolled in after the scheduled start time, let this serve as your one and only warning. I trust you're all aware that punctuality is not merely a suggestion but a requirement, and as your lecturer, I expect a certain level of respect and professionalism from each and every one of you ".......he continued Girl......! when I say my jaw dropped, I mean it was literally on the floor. At this point, I was starting to believe the man I so longed to meet was the worst lecturer by far. Moving forward, I sat there silent for the rest of that session completely lost in my own world of imagination,the rest is history.