Being a bartender who works at a watering hole mere blocks from a major university in a big city means I meet my fair share of interesting students and earnest academics. But last semester, I had a short-lived fling with a visiting professor, who imparted plenty of carnal knowledge before he took his leave.

Leonard was in town only for three months. He was finishing a research project, he told me. But I didn’t care a whit about his academic work. I was more interested in how he’d bend me over the bar after hours and screw me silly.

I was attracted to his stereotypical English lit professor look. I’m a sucker for wiry young guys with crooked smiles and leather patches stitched to the elbows of their tweed jacket sleeves.

At first glance, you might think Leonard’s a soft weakling,... Leer Más