a woman wearing glasses

 

Because I had a wonderful teacher in elementary school who wore glasses, my obsession with glasses began there. I adored her despite the fact that she was a strict teacher and enjoyed the way she positioned her glasses on her nose.

Later, I only had girlfriends who wore glasses, and I eventually came to the conclusion that I probably had a glasses fetish because I got excited whenever I saw a woman wearing them.

I stopped wanting to have sex after my girlfriends removed their glasses during physical contact.

I didn't realize how strong my tendency to be submissive was until I had a conversation with the attractive, glasses-wearing teacher in my PC class.

My task was to deliver a presentation to my colleague who had unanticipatedly become ill, so I enrolled in a crash course in PowerPoint at the adult education center.

I didn't want to tell my boss so openly that I didn't know much about PowerPoint.

So I gave the VHS crash course a shot.

Each week was 2 hours long for the course.

After work in the evening, it would not be simple to focus for that long, but I was prepared to try.

I had no idea that something completely different would cause me to lose focus.

In the classroom at the school where the VHS courses were held, there were only 8 of us when I first entered.

Despite the fact that I hadn't attended school in a while at the age of 27, all of a sudden I felt like a student once more.

However, it had a school-like atmosphere, a school-like feel, and a school-like appearance.

The feeling was only heightened by the fact that I was crammed into a school desk, albeit a more contemporary one than when I was in school.

I briefly lost my ability to breathe as she entered.

In her mid-to-late 30s, our teacher was a very attractive woman who had a magnetic personality.

She wore glasses and was of average height.

My knees would have given way if I hadn't been crammed into the school desk like a small schoolboy as she grinned and introduced herself.

We had to introduce ourselves and demonstrate our PowerPoint skills.

However, when it was my turn, I became incredibly lost, stammered, and noticed in the strict teacher's eyes behind her glasses that she was thinking, "I know exactly what you're doing You're one!" I listened to her lessons in awe and tried to follow her instructions on the PC in front of me, but my gaze kept gliding along her body and around her curves, which came into their own perfectly in the tight suit.

I managed to finish the PowerPoint presentation while she was moving through the classroom's aisles, despite my fears and hopes that she would soon join me.

She moved into position behind me, and I felt her warmth as I inhaled her perfume, which was surprisingly floral and feminine.

It was racing in my chest.

I nodded obediently like a stupid slave as the strict teacher, who naturally had constructive criticism, smiled mildly at me.

My internal narrative began and centered around a passionate relationship between a student and a teacher, and I imagined how she would seduce me in the classroom while I was her obedient ward.

At the conclusion of the lesson, as everyone was already packing up and leaving the room and chit-chatting, she added, "Mr. Please hold on, Vogel (name changed).

The strict teacher with glasses approached me, leaned sexily against my school desk, and looked deeply into my eyes.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, so I stayed seated in my chair.

She spoke, but I was too engrossed in her aura and my lust to pay attention to what she had to say.

Mister Bird?

Yes, Mistress," I said with discomfort.

I faked a coughing fit and after what seemed like an eternity, I choked out, "I hear you," to cover up my slipped out "mistress.".

She said, "You understand, of course you are welcome to stay in my course, but maybe the beginners' course will bring you more.".

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There was no way she would have wanted to deport me for failing to pay attention in class!

I attempted to justify my lack of concentration by saying, "I just had a strenuous day today and was perhaps a bit unfocused," which the lovely teacher probably mistook for ignorance.

good.

I merely wanted to give you a chance to take a different path.

I do want you to be happy after all.

Once more, I flushed.

And I was so happy!

I had a sleepless night at home and had dreams about women wearing glasses.

I eventually watched glasses fetish porn and was astounded by how frequently teachers were depicted wearing glasses.

I spent the entire week with my strict teacher looking her up online and examining the scant few photos that were available of her.

In other words, I acted like a love-struck student and imagined having sex with her and being physically assaulted by her in private lessons more and more.

She was strict, domineering, and in front of me with her glasses.

Of course, having sex with the teacher was completely unacceptable in an adult education setting, and it was obvious to me that my sex story was the product of my wild imagination.

I was nevertheless enthused by the concept, and by the time a week had passed and I was back in the classroom, I had already carried out a number of fantasies.

She was still stunning, but this time she was donning a straightforward sheath dress and chic red glasses that only partially hid her brown-red hair that was still highlighted. Since I didn't want to have to drop her course, I made an effort to pay attention in class and demonstrate that I could keep up with the material.

She gave me a compliment, and I felt like a slave who had been given permission to lick his master's shoes.

When the course was over, I lingered a little longer to engage her in conversation. When she smiled, I noticed the fine lines around her eyes that were hidden by her glasses.

I remarked brashly, "You have stylish glasses.".

They were intuitively adjusted by her.

Thanks.

She casually questioned, "Do you like women with glasses," as she stuffed her papers into her bag.

She raised her eyebrows inquiringly and appeared to be staring at me sternly as I flushed bright red, and I stammered:.

"Yes, .

already.".

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She laughed hysterically and I tried to join in, despite the pleasure raging in my loins, "My husband always says that women with glasses remind him of the strict teacher who spanked his butt at school.". She added with a shrug, "But I need the glasses, there's nothing you can do about that," and then she packed her bag to leave the class.

I would have frequent wet dreams, read sex stories after sex stories about strict teachers, and live in my own fantasy world for days because I couldn't get the image of my bespectacled teacher punching my ass out of my head.

This VHS course, which I excelled in, including the presentation at my job, only fueled my fetish for glasses and made it clear to me that I'm looking for a strong woman as well as someone who wears glasses. But it's difficult to locate that.