I entered my second year of college thinking that I’d take the core anatomy class and have an easy term. Four weeks in, I was failing the class. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the subject; it was that Professor Wilson had this distracting way of turning his back to the class when he explained a subject.
You see, he had the best ass of any man I’d seen. When he paced back and forth in front of the class, I couldn’t help but think of reaching out and grabbing him—just to see what it felt like beneath my nails.
This is an excerpt from ‘Anatomically Correct’, featured at For The Girls. Steamy Erotica For Women.