Microfantasy Monday (or a little late but we'll fake it)

It caught my eye, as I slid into the driver's seat, a neat square of folded paper, the top edge fluttering in the wind while the wiper held the body in firmly in place. Too small for a parking ticket but too plain to be a flier from the school. To leave it and chance letting it fly in the cool April breeze flitted through my head before leaning back out of the drugging warmth of the sun heated car, Reaching across the door, smashing my chest against the window to grab the offending article off the windshield. My mind more on getting in my car and driving away from the hectic week and enjoying the drive home before the reality of a long weekend of grading and planning crept into my reality.

As I entered the flow of traffic, still clutching the folded square, my mind was a million miles away, wishing for more than sad, lonely weekend that loomed ahead. Slowly coming to a standstill I opened the paper and scanned the opening lines gasping as the words seeped into my tired brain.



I love to watch you teach and wonder if you make love with as much passion.
Do you push your hair behing your ear and close your eyes when you kiss?
Do you use your expressive hands to explore your lover's body?
Do you rub your sensitive nipples against hers and laugh that husky little laugh
when you cum?

A horn honks impatiently, my eyes take a moment to refocus, I realize that I've advanced to the head of the line aware only of the aching arousal brought on my an anonymous note.