The Ideas Of Romanticism As Expressed Through Lesbian Sex With My Thesis Advisor

Of course it was bound to happen. This beautiful professor H____ had been teaching me all year to focus on the idealization of the female in romanticism of the late 18th century and the early 19th.

For instance, my thesis mentions the woman Lucy from "She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways," by Wordsworth, who was an idealized young woman who inspires the narrator with her beauty, her innocence, her purity.

Soon Lucy was the nickname that H____ gave me because I was always going on about the poem. Or so I thought. The real reason she gave me that name was she was idealizing and lusting after me.

As I was idealizing and lusting after her. I gave her the nickname Shirley, after Shirley Keeldar from the book by Charlotte Bronte. I don't think the irony of this nickname was lost on H____. You see, Shirley falls in love with her tutor, Louis Moore, and ends up marrying him.

Not that I wanted to marry H____. I desperately wanted to have sex with her. I masturbated and fantasized about her incessantly. And finally when we were at lunch one day, we ended up kissing each other. I don't know who initiated the kiss, honestly. Suddenly we were kissing, that's all I know.

My whole world changed that day. I think that lunch date was the moment when I realized this about life: that amazing, miraculous things do happen and it's not all shit.

So one day a few weeks later I was taking a nap in her bed after we had gone jogging together. When I woke up there she was, in her underwear. I felt that it was finally going to happen. I was going to have sex with my advisor.

Which was a terribly unreasonable and irresponsible thing to do. But as my thesis stated, romanticism emphasized feeling and de-emphasized reason.

We really emphasized feeling that day.

And then when she took my hand placed it on her beautiful breasts. Those were "feelings" that felt so arousing.

"Oh Shirley, Shirley," I said. "I can't believe this is happening."

"Nor can I, Lucy," she said, as she kissed me.

Soon the thing I was fantasizing about all term actually came to pass--she pulled down my panties.

And I presented my pussy and my naked body to her and I gave myself to her.

That's when the room sort of disappeared and I found myself in a landscape of romanticist nature. A pastoral, ideal, wild place of awe and the sublime.