My newfound love for appliances

Despite being a novice regarding orgasms and methods of self-pleasure, my climax with the washing machine this morning was the most exciting event I could think of. Perhaps it wasn't a typical subject to discuss, but it was fresh on my mind. I'm not sure how many woman have tried it, but perhaps if more of them knew how wonderful it could feel, they might give it a shot.

I quickly began scribbling down my thoughts, but the effects of the heat, visions of naked flesh around me, and reminiscing about the events in the laundry room swirled in my mind, making me dizzy. With one hand trying to capture the events on paper, my other hand had moved down between my legs and was beginning to rub a sensitive area. It felt so good, but I **** myself to stop and refocus on the task. Eventually I had a draft, and soon it was in a presentable form. Hopefully, my descriptions of masturbating against the washer, and professing my newfound love for appliances didn't sound too cheesy. I'd intended it to be serious, but after rereading it, I realized it might be viewed as satire.

"Two more minutes," the professor warned. There wasn't enough time for a rewrite, so I switched to checking out some of the girls sitting near me. I was a bit jealous of them, especially their hair. Since I'd be seeing a stylist in a few hours, I took mental notes of the hairdos I liked the most. Several of the girls were nicely tanned too, and I wondered if I should consider visiting a tanning salon as well.

"Time's up!", our professor called out. "Have them ready as I pick them up." She strolled through the rows, one by one with an air of confidence. She easily had the largest breasts of anyone in the room. Were those a reward from earlier pregnancies? As I handed her my sheet, I noticed that she wasn't wearing a ring. Maybe she's divorced? After she gathered all of them, she looked up at the clock and announced, "Since we still have a few minutes, I'll read a few of your works aloud." I hadn't expected this. What if she reads mine?

Based on some of the wording, the first one she picked must have been written by one of the guys. It described the events at the beginning of today's class in crude detail, with lots of emphasis focused on seeing girls' breasts, butts and even a few pussies. It ended with a statement that this was now his favorite class and one that he would make an extra effort to always attend. "Crude, but effective," the professor judged. Next, she read a very similar paragraph, but this time it was was written from the perspective of one of the girls that had opted to fully disrobe. Again it described the events from today, but it used much more refined words. Her closing statement indicated that she was excited about this newfound confidence she'd discovered from showing off her body. The professor held it up slightly as she finished and declared, "This is a wonderful tale of personal growth. We have time for one more. Let me see if I can find one with a different flavor."

As she sifted through the pile, I really hoped she wouldn't read mine. "Here's one." She hesitated for a moment as she skimmed it, but then announced, "I'm not sure if this one was serious or an attempt at humor, but I'll refrain from reading it to avoid potential embarrassment. It appears we've run out of time. Class is dismissed." Phew!