Heidi Cambridge

October 10, 2011 @ (Boston)

Tags: baby daddy


I am a pre-med student at a large eastern university. Last year, the first day of school I met and fell in love with my biology professor. He was so charming, so handsome and so married. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't help myself.

We immediatly stated a sexual liason right there in his class room. I would come to his room during his prep time, and he would have me bend over his desk and we would make love. He was so rough and violent when we had sex, so masculine, it was an addiction to me. I had never been with a real man who would not play around or slowly try to ackwardly seduce me one button at a time. He would just pull me to him, rip my panties down and slam me. It was so hot. I was so in love!

I never used protection and really didn't think about what would would happen if I got pregnant. For some reason, I guess I didn't think I COULD get pregnant. Well, I was wrong and about 8 weeks into the year I realized I must be pregnant. When I told Professor he said it was my responsibility and I had to be a grown up and handle it. So, I decided to keep it and raise it myself. We continued to have sex every day and he showed me so many ways to explore the limits of my sexuality. We tried bondage and some hard discipline. He used to spank me with a paddle and a whip. It was so erotic and I loved it. But, one day when I was bound over the chair and he was swatting me, I began to bleed rather profusely. He told me to leave and take care of myself.

Later in my dorm room, I miscarried the baby. I called Professor and asked for his help, but he told me it was my problem. I wrapped the fetus in a towel. It was a boy.

I have to admit, it hurt me a lot that he didn't want to take care of our baby. So, I came up with a plan.

The next day we were supposed to do dissections in lab. I came to class and worked on my "project". When Professor came around to check our progress, I present him my work, all arranged on a display board. I told him, loud enough for everyone to hear, "Here's my project, its your son!"

He had me thrown out of school and refused to talk to me or have sex with me anymore. I was hurt and I still think of him when I feel the need for a real man in my life. I miss his firm hands on my body and his "tough love". He will always be special to me as he is the person who made me into a real woman.


       


 

Comment on this breakup






Doesn't Matter

October 27, 2011


I remember your story Mike. I was actually hoping the drugs and alcohol your other crazy bitch was talking actually did you off. But I guess the world can't get that lucky in getting rid of scum like you. Cheers!


     


Mike Hawke

October 26, 2011


Finally, a real woman who can admit to her kinks as well as her crazy. THATS HOT! I for one am tired of the whuney little brats on here who cry because they got dumped for being the boring lame ass losers that they despise in their mates. My GF killed herself last year over me dumping her on here and I am sick of the people who blame others because they failed. BRAVO!


     


Kristen Dugan

October 23, 2011


This is disgusting. You also are disgusting, I hope you know you pretty much aborted your child. And for you to even conceive that this counts as a 'break up' story you are sadly mistaken. Gross. gtfo.


     


Jennifer Stanford

October 17, 2011


You GO girl. Love it! I had a teacher when I was in high school that used me the same way, with basically the same results. I wish I had put it in his face rather than leave town and hide with relatives.


     


noel

October 15, 2011


This has to be just about the sickest thing I've ever read.


     


Chico Rush

October 13, 2011


you are one fucked up magic show


     










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