Friday, November 29, 2013

Sexy Professors

By Normandie Alleman (Guest Blogger)

What is it about Professors that make them so sexy? 
For one, they are forbidden, and forbidden love is delightfully juicy. (Think Romeo and Juliet) And we all know professors are not supposed to canoodle with their students. So when we sit through their often less-than-stimulating lectures, it’s much more fun to let our minds go to naughty places and imagine what they would be like behind closed doors.

Then there’s the “older man” dynamic that many are so drawn to. We tend to think of professors as experienced, worldly. And that’s hot. Perhaps he can teach us things we don’t already know. Many would like to be the student who is taught the mysterious joys of lovemaking by an older, wiser teacher who is a master in the game of love.

I used to believe that “serious” men were boring in the love department. I thought you had to have dashing bad boys for real excitement. Once I realized the folly of that assumption, I decided to write a story that incorporated the idea that a nice, responsible guy can still heat up the bedroom. Deciding he would be a professor, well, that was an easy choice.

In this story, it’s the wild, adventurous student who seduces her Professor, not the other way around. She expects to wow him, believing he will be the one to learn something from her, but he surprises her when he pulls her over his knee and spanks her for her bratty behavior. The couple embarks on a sizzling journey towards a D/s relationship while outside circumstances threaten to tear them apart.

Blurb for The Professor’s Plaything
Twenty-one year old Colette Ellis has done plenty of daydreaming about Professor John McGill, but after a spur-of-the-moment decision to seduce him in his office turns her fantasies into reality, she is left longing for more.

She soon learns that this handsome academic can be as firm as he is passionate, and when her bratty behavior earns her a sound spanking she sees a side of him she never expected. Before she knows it, the beautiful young woman finds herself tied up at his mercy, naked, exposed, and more aroused than she could have ever imagined. As she grows closer to him, she cannot help but wonder how long this can last. Could John come to see her as more than just a naughty coed?

John has never fallen for a student… until now. There is something different about Colette, something that brings him alive in a way he has never felt before. Can he dare to hope that she is after more than just a fling?


Colette frowned. Things were not going the way she’d hoped. She needed some serious research experience, and she hoped to obtain a glowing recommendation from Professor McGill. She really wished someone had told her about all this before she spent the first three years of college funneling beer and hanging out with frat boys. She was in a mess.

If Professor McGill wasn’t going to be able to help her, she had no idea what she could do. All her options had disappeared, and it felt as if the walls were closing in on her. Tears began to well up in her eyes.

The Professor peered over his glasses at her. “Is there anything else?”

He seemed so eager to get rid of her sitting there in his button-down shirt, all serious and mature. Much more mature than any of the boys she’d dated. This man operated at a different level than the party boys she knew.

The combination of his blunt rejection of both her presence and her offer to do more research, sent her unshed tears spilling down her cheeks.

When he saw she was crying, he searched the room for some tissues. Retrieving some from a table in the center of the room, he handed her the box.

She dabbed her eyes and sniffled. “Thanks, that’s sweet of you. I’m okay. Sorry about that.”

What’s the matter?” he looked both concerned and horrified, like he’d never had a crying girl in his office before and he had no idea what to do.

I’m just having a difficult time. I’ve been rejected by all the grad schools I’ve applied to, and I guess the pressure is getting to me.”

Why don’t you sit down?” He gestured to a couch that was covered with books and papers. Seeing there wasn’t room for anyone to sit there, he started moving the books and papers to the table where the tissues had been. “Sorry about the mess.”

That’s okay,” she said sitting down. She understood. Her bedroom was a disaster area.
He sat beside her. “I wish I had more work on the research project for you, but we won’t be moving onto the next phase until Fall and I already have the people in place I need.”

She nodded, suddenly aware that his thigh was centimeters from touching hers. His biceps bulged against the fabric of his shirt and she wondered how she could have missed noticing how muscular he was when she’d been in his class. Maybe he’d started working out since then.

He continued to talk about his research, but she was distracted by how hot he looked with those studious glasses and his sexy Van Dyke beard. When she had been a student in his class, Colette had daydreamed about Professor McGill all through class and whenever she passed him in the hallways. She’d wondered what it would be like to kiss him, to feel his beard tickle her chin.

Then something inside her snapped. All the desperation, all the rejections, all the uncertainty she faced came crashing down on her. Watching his delicious lips move while he talked, she recognized an opportunity.

Feeling like she had nothing to lose, she leaned over and pressed her lips to his.

He grabbed her upper arms and she thought he was going to push her away. Instead, he responded to her kiss.
Forwardly her tongue darted between his lips, and he began to explore her mouth, a short groan springing forth from his throat.

Emboldened by his reaction to her advances, Colette placed a hand on top of his thigh, her heart beating faster in her chest. She allowed her hand to travel up his leg and rest on his crotch. The bulge in his pants was clear evidence that he found her attractive.
Colette slid onto the floor, positioning herself between his knees. Her blue eyes met his green ones. “I really appreciate you letting me work on your project,” she fawned, deciding if she kept talking, perhaps he wouldn’t send her away. Easier to talk about his blasted research project than what was happening between them. “You really have been helpful.”

I’m glad,” he choked out looking a bit dazed.

Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. What if he pulled away? Or worse, what if he kicked her out of his office? Reported her to the dean, or whoever?

Remembering that he’d kissed her back, Colette summoned all her courage before reaching up and tugging at the zipper on his pants.

About the Author

A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. She lives on a farm with a passel of kids, an adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull.

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Normandie Alleman said...

Thanks for hosting me today, Lisabet. Always a pleasure to visit your blog.

Lisabet Sarai said...

Hi, Normandie,

So sorry I wasn't here to welcome you earlier. I LOVE your cover. It's so over the top!

Funny, but although I never had a crush on any of my professors, I've always really liked the fantasy. And you've brought it to life in this excerpt.

Good luck with the book!

Normandie Alleman said...

Thanks Lisabet. So glad you liked the excerpt and the cover. This was a fun story to write.

Emily said...

Cool cover, sounds like an interesting book

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