And it wasn't just about the sex, but being an exhibitionist in general. The idea of dressing sexy and being with a black man in public got me hot, es...ecially when I thought about Mark seeing it.But my desires went further. The idea of me submitting, yielding myself to a large, powerful black man had a primal hold upon me. It felt instinctive. I imagined how safe I would feel with a masculine, muscular black man. The thought of giving myself to a black man and being submissive to him was so. Practically undressing me. Which, I'd let him do anyway, he only had to act interested. We continued to talk, about anything that we could think of. There wasn't a spark but there definitely was a lot of sexual tension between us. "Wanna dance?" He asked.He grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. The song had just changed to Sugar, We're Goin Down, by Fall Out Boy, so we had just about four minutes of grinding before us. I faced him and slid my leg in between his legs and my other leg on. Faster and faster, I fucked my self. The harder and faster I went, the more I wanted him. I finally cried out with my orgasm, but I didn’t stop until I imagined him cumming deep inside me. It was final: I wanted to fuck my teacher. But I knew I couldn’t do it and it made me want him more.The routine continued that way for quite some time. I would sit through every class writhing in my seat, wanting more from my teacher than I could ever get. Then I would go home and masturbate until I imagined. "My name is Sarah Waters, and I would like to introduce you to a famousrelative of mine. His name was Richard Baker and when the Civil Warbroke out he was only fifteen. He was the youngest of six boys andalthough he wished to go off and fight for the Confederate cause, hisfather would not permit it. His father was not one to be argued with,so Richard was required to stay home. His father's parting words werefor Richard to protect the plantation until his father and brothersreturned." Six.