Dear Teacher,
I can just imagine your hands on me, your teal eyes staring downward as we find warmth under the sheets. I feel like you are secretly holding in dominance, Teacher. I am able to imagine your broad shoulders as you hover over me and leave marks all over my neck. But let's face the facts. I am not (and never will be) a good fiction writer, so perhaps you could help me make this fantasy a nonfictional series.