Professor Hardy's Hidden Fantasy
Professor Richard Hardy allows his thoughts to drift whilst marking his students’ assignments...
An erotic short story of just over two and a half thousand words. More
Always immaculate, if a little sterile, his bedroom was functional but comfortable, most of the space in the spartan room given over to an enormous bed covered with crisp white linen, bedside cabinets standing on either side. On one, a pile of books awaiting his attention, on the other, personal paraphernalia, including spare glasses and a bedside lamp, an austere, metal affair, designed for functionality, not beauty. A large window allowed masses of light into the room during the day, and on clear nights, he often watched the black sky, dotted with stars and the lights of aircraft. If he concentrated, he could make out the occasional satellite during a seemingly endless orbit of its small domain. Hardy rarely closed the window blinds, preferring natural light, except when reading in bed. This side of his house was not overlooked, not that he’d care if it were, he rarely considered others, having become an unsociable creature of solitary habits, he didn’t bother with niceties...