Gwen Alphonso

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Okay, before I get to the topic I need to discuss, I have another story to share and this one is another encounter with other profs discussing Dr. Alphonso and I happen to overhear. I didn’t expect this to happen again, like ever, after overhearing the prof who hides in his office from Dr. Alphonso, but I must have some weird karma. Rage was talking all about karma when I spoke to her, so now I’m channeling her. And I have no clue what it means. So the story: I’m minding my own business at one small restaurant on Post Road when in walk these two male profs that I know. I’ve had both, and I’m not surprised at all they didn’t recognize me because they are pretty damn self-interested. They are not like the goddess. Anyway, one of them is a classic Alphonso watcher, trying not look, then trying not to be ridiculously obvious when looking, but staring like an idiot. I like to eavesdrop. That’s how James Joyce got lots of his stuff for Ulysses, right? So that’s me, eavesdropping for the sake of others. You’re welcome. So they’re bitching about some shit for like ten minutes and I’m beginning to rethink my voyeurism when I hear it. “Oh my God, I almost forgot to tell you I saw Gwen the other night.” Bingo! Now when he says “other night,” I’m suddenly jealous af, like what, this loser went on a date with Dr. Alphonso?? No, everyone calm down. Long, very long story short, his younger brother (who’s really the loser of the family, in case you’re wondering) is visiting from Buffalo and has got them tickets to see his favorite band that happens to being play Bridgeport. Our man seems like he wouldn’t like music or kittens or babies. Grumpy old man by 35, I bet. Anyway, he perks up. “So there I am on my second beer, trying not to hear this shitty pop music, and suddenly I see Gwen coming up the steps like 50 feet away.” I would have expected him to be a white wine only kind of guy, Masterpiece Theatre for entertainment, and bed by 10pm. At least he drinks beer. “She was looking so hot, wearing this headband that just made her sexy as hell. And she was wearing this thin top with a tank top or something small underneath, and the curves were just unbelievable.” On he goes trying to describe the curves of the goddess, and I am totally jealous. He describes her legs as gorgeous and golden in shorts or a skirt, and I’m losing it. Dr. Alphonso siting in the wild? Wearing summer stuff? OMFG! Okay it’s not like a beach in a bikini but I’ll take it. And he’s going on about how amazing she looks with highlights in her hair, and her hair is flying around while she’s kind of dancing, and she’s so sexy it’s criminal, and he sounds like an infatuated teenager. I get it. The other prof is questioning him like a cop. She didn’t see you? I would have left immediately. I would have gotten caught staring. You didn’t say hello? You weren’t looking all creepy staring at her the whole time, right? Her husband didn’t see you? Are you sure? And on like that. “I’m going to have that image of her with the headband and the highlights in her long hair burned in my mind for months. God damn it, she’s so beautiful it’s ridiculous.” Yes, the goddess is that beautiful. Then they move on to other topics too boring to share. So the actual reason I’m writing is to address what I’ve heard here and there in the last few days, which is that Rage deserves whatever suffering she’s going through. I’ve heard it from a few people, who are just repeating it like idiots, and I know which idiot started this. “Rage earned it because she instigated the beat down of that kid who disrespected Dr. Alphonso months ago.”First, she did not instigate anything, she tried to calm everyone down while it was blowing up. Get your fucking facts straight. Second, no one deserves to suffer no matter the responsibility for negative actions. Even if Rage had done anything, she would not deserve to suffer some other negative thing. Seriously, do you not pay attention when Dr. Alphonso goes on about caring and compassion? Does that not apply to certain people that you happen to dislike now and then? Seriously, what the fuck, dudes? This is not what the goddess has taught us and it’s not healthy thinking toward anyone in our community, or anyone else for that matter. This is what Dr. Alphonso has tried to teach us, not to divide up the world into us and them all the time. Yes, Rage fucked up and wrote some stupid things to Dr. Alphonso. You know she has bipolar issues, so she swings high and low and expresses those highs and lows in big ways. I can only imagine what her crush on Dr. Alphonso could have caused her to write. None of us know what she wrote or anything else about her relationship with Dr. Alphonso, so she sure as hell needs our support, not our judgment. We don’t know the facts, but even if we did, those facts should not have us judging someone like this. Please stop. Whatever your reason for kicking Rage while she’s down, please stop. You all know how hard she’s had it, and because of Dr. Alphonso she was beginning to thrive again. You’ve all heard this, and it is incredible how much she has progressed in the last six months. If she did something to undermine herself in some way, then she needs our love and support to do better. Everyone who really respects and understands Dr. Alphonso knows this is true, so please do better. Reach out to Rage with support and care. Each one of us has been hurt and vulnerable before, most of us in terrible ways, so use that to understand how Rage must be feeling and what she needs. Please

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Sorry about the Course Title name, I didn't know what else to do. I know a few of you have heard about Rage’s recent downturn and want to share how she’s been doing in the last few months, but that has to wait. First, what just happened. Many of us know that she has been in touch directly with Dr Alphonso before and after being put away in the hospital. Yes, her mother helped to get her put away, and just about everything bad you might have heard about her is true. She’s a homophobic nightmare who’s fucked up Rage in every way possible. Rage has been able to share the ugly duckling story with a lot of us, but it devastated her for years. Without our support, she might have believed that bullshit all her life. Tip of the iceberg. Her sister has been nearly as bad, always making Rage feel like she didn’t belong unless she conformed to their Catholic hetero Barbie nightmare life for her. Rage threw that shit back in their face hard. The name is on point. Dr. Alphonso has responded to Rage with such deep concern and care over the last many months that Rage has overcome her suicidal thoughts and made huge progress with all the trauma her mother and sister have caused. I know Rage has shared a little of what Dr Alphonso has written, but I can tell you it’s been totally life changing. Her therapist helped to a point but had homophobic problems that made Rage doubt her own potential to heal. It’s too much to get into now. We all know how incredible Dr Alphonso is in class, but she’s been supportive of Rage in the most gentle ways. I wish I could share it all because it’s like she was tapping into some subconscious connection. She’s so much more powerful than any of us imagined. I think that Rage has always sensed this, and that’s why she has crushed so much harder than the rest of us. God knows we all recognize Dr Alphonso is the hottest babe ever, like if you looked up MILF in the dictionary her picture would be there. But she really is, as Rage said, as beautiful spiritually as physically, and that is one motherfucking outrageous amount. So that’s why it’s important that you support Rage right now. Dr Alphonso responded to her email recently—yes, during summer! Can you imagine? And she was so perfectly attuned to what Rage needed that I cried along with Rage even though my jealousy was inching to the surface. I know it’s stupid, but Rage’s fantasies about Dr Alphonso are intense. That’s the problem. Rage wrote out a bunch of stuff, like she always does, and she asked me to read it and tell her what she should delete. It’s her way of processing shit, something her therapist really helped her to do. Now she wrote a bunch of crazy stuff about her childhood and even sharing some of her fantasies about Dr Alphonso...to Dr Alphonso! Like serious sexual stuff that I can’t even read without feeling inadequate. I know it’s all true and she needs to express it, but I can’t manage well. Anyway I told her to get rid of a bunch of stuff in there, but neither of us want me to be telling her what to do. Rage? Can you imagine anyone telling her what to do? But the other day she had another fight with her sister because we’re “living in sin” or some such bullshit. If you’ve heard the family stories, you know how crazy those fucking cunts are. Anyway I guess Rage mixed up some painkillers with some seriously strong anti-depressants while she was hitting the vodka too heavy after that fight, and she ended up sending that unedited message to Dr Alphonso without deleting all that stuff. Now she’s terrified that Dr Alphonso will be seriously offended and think she’s some kind of deviant degenerate. She’s probably correct—she included some porn stuff, info on that Stag Drag, and stories of her threesome with the soccer player and other sex stuff. Way too much intimate stuff. Now I don’t know how to help her. I told her not to leave everything in the draft so she hears everything that I say as blaming her. I’ve tried to convince her that Dr Alphonso seems cool enough to laugh this off, but I don’t think even she’s cool enough for that. Rage admitted she imagines her naked and fantasizes about her all the time. Lots of professors would love to hear that, but I don’t think Dr Alphonso is one of them. I hope she is for Rage’s sake. She’s helped Rage to overcome so much shit, and Rage is devastated that she might have alienated the one person she looks up to most in the world. I love her dearly, and I’m lost so I’m asking you all to support her however you can. I’m not Dr Alphonso—I don’t have the words of advice or the tender presence to make everything feel possible and hopeful. You’ve helped her through the darkest times and this feels huge to her. I know you’ll come through. I love you all.

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I am SO glad someone finally mentioned the professor dynamics at Fairfield! I thought I was insane for thinking that there are some truly strange vibes among certain professors, not just Dr. Alphonso—she's something else, beyond basic dynamics for sure. From my first semester I seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time all the time, in some professor's office getting help or asking a question or some simple thing, and some other professor would darken the doorway like Voldemort or something. The tension would go off the charts but these are supposed to be colleagues and at least civil I thought. Shit no, not at all. Snide comments, rolling eyes, loud sighing, aggressive body language, glances like daggers, the freaking works. The simmering anger and jealousy was like everywhere. Jealousy by the damn truckload. The university does not prepare you for this during orientation. I was happy to be leaving my squabbling parents behind, but I end up with a campus full of squabbling, self-important, smug academics. Obviously not everyone, but some days it felt like it. I was going to major in English, but most of those profs were so toxic I got the hell outta there quick. But once you see it from a few professors and administration staff, you see it everywhere. I suppose I made up some of it, or became too sensitive to certain interactions, at least that's what one roommate told me. I'm just hoping I don't end up in some job surrounded by people like that. Or become one myself! I thought I was leaving the high school BS mind games behind when I got to college, but this was like some whole other level of petty shit. I gave up telling friends about this stuff because it seemed like I was the only one who saw it and I was always being told "who cares, man" or "whatever, bro," or some variation. When one girl in my class admitted seeing the same shit from some Philosophy profs, I felt like one of those dudes from a film where some huge conspiracy is revealed. Not really, it's just strange that the adults can't play nice togehter. It's not a great example to set for students. Respect is not given, it's earned, right? Anyway, so here's my story, not at all one about pissed off profs or anything. Now I'm not naming names or departments either. I'm literally in my first semester, and I get an appointment with this prof to discuss the upcoming midterm because I was totally nervous about bombing. He was cool, I liked the class and all but just nerves, I guess. We're like laser focused on discussing the difficult readings when suddenly it's like he has some spidey sense thing kick in and then ten seconds later Dr. Alphonso appears in the doorway. And she does not look like Voldemort. At first all I see is this blazing red lipstick and the smile but I can't understand what she's saying to him. The accent took a minute. I immediately become one of those guys trying not to look while looking, and I'm clenching my jaw so it doesn't slam onto the table. Even with the scarf concealing the promised land, I could see why my prof was having a hard time talking to her. It took me at least a minute to realize she was a professor. But she was standing at this perfect angle for me because she was wearing some gray pants that just totally made her ass look amazing, just tight enough to show the curves but not enough to stop traffic. The other dude was right, her ass is this perfect shape and size. Everyone gets caught, well almost everyone, staring at the "megawatt" boobs, but that ass of hers is my jam. Well, all of it. I'm trying not to stare, and I notice my professor is struggling to talk coherently, his face has gone red, and he can barely look up at Dr. Alphonso the whole few minutes she's there talking to him. She says something to me, something polite and introduces herself and apologizes for interrupting, and I'm making plans at that very moment to take every class of hers while I'm at Fairfield. I squeak out a word or two while my stomach has dropped and my heart is in my mouth. When she leaves, my professor tries to get his shit together and says "uh, give me just a minute" and he's squirming in his chair and clearing his voice, gulping some water and trying to pretend he didn't just embarrass the shit out of himself. The way he was shifting in his chair made me worry he'd popped wood, and I did NOT want to have to see that. I couldn't blame him but come on. I let him recover for a minute and then explained that I had to get to class and thanked him for his time. And he's busy telling me what a great professor Dr. Alphonso is and I should definitely take her intro class and all that. Thanks for the advice, bro, it didn't occur to me to take a course with this smoking hot goddess who just made you look like a total fool. Of course she's a great professor but at that moment I wasn't thinking about her teaching skills any more than he was. And of course I saw lots of other instances like that over my time at Fairfield, along with a few profs who seemed to dislike Dr. Alphonso for the same reasons. Very few though considering how shitty so many professors seem to be to each other. Anyway,there's my story. By the way, great to hear that Rage is out and doing well for now. She was always my favorite exhibitionist. Once she got comfortable with her sexuality, she told me once, she wanted every boy and girl to want to watch her dance, tease, strip, whatever. She even said that it was partly a jealousy thing about Dr. Alphonso, how she wanted all that attention too because she never had any growing up. She was always self-aware and blunt. She said growing up her older sister thought it would be helpful to call her an ugly duckling who would turn into a swan one day. What a genius way to fuck up your sibling. It's incredible from what little I know of her family life she wasn't more fucked up. It's so great to learn she's getting help.

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Everyone knows Dr. Alphonso is the best, most caring, most intelligent prof anywhere. And hell fucking yes she is the hottest prof anywhere. But there is not a single straight dude I know who would not take her class just to learn, nvm the body. Turns out, even the prof dudes are into her. Story time! There I am at Mecha a few weeks ago with a buddy from home and these three Fairfield profs, all guys, one I recognize from Canisius, sit down like right next to us. My ears shot up when I heard "Alphonso" when one asked why he was late. I did what any good student would do and listened closely even tho they were talking super loud. "Oh, Gwen, what did you two have to discuss?" "Discuss? Jesus, man, are you kidding? You know I can't talk to her. If I make eye contact with her, I'm done. Fucking done. I mumble nonsense, end up saying something awkward and have to rush away like some rude asshole. Every damn time. I can barely be in the same room with her. God, it's so embarrassing." By now my phone is recording. The others rattle off the first names of six other profs with the same problem, laughing about one who's wife forbids him from talking to her after seeing Dr. Alphonso at some event. "She was extra fine that night. He stared that one extra moment and then sighed too loud. That was it." Ten minutes of stories like that and then back to the late dude. "Why were you late? I don't get it?" "She was talking to (woman's name) down the hall so I couldn't leave." "You were hiding in your office because Gwen was in the hall? You're kidding?" The other dude steps in. "No, no, no, I get it. I saw her today, earlier. I totally fucking get it, man. She was wearing a short skirt, well not really short of course, and those heels, those really tall beige ones. Man, she's a cardiac event waiting to happen when she looks like that. I get it, man. She was walking towards me in the hall and I had to look away. She's caught me staring way too many times. Front or back, she's a total damn heartstopper." My buddy asks me if Dr. Alphonso really is all that. Fuck yeah, she is. And they go on about how kind she is, how smart she is, how committed to the college she is, how much she helps faculty of color, and this and that, like she's a total saint. We all know she's awesome like that. Then back to the problems with Dr. Alphonso. "Well, you know, (mumbled last name) told me that (several first or last names I couldn't get) won't vote for her on (couldn't get the phrase) because she's too disruptive. She comes in looking like all that and most of the guys turn awkward as hell and alot of the women get all bitchy. Even some of her friends get weird. It's stupid but it happens alot." Another long discussion about these meetings and those meetings and this person has trouble with that person, and it all sounds like some high school shit. Takeaway is Dr. Alphonso's so "devastatingly smart" that lots of profs are scared to work with her. And she's "so motherfucking gorgeous" (repeated at least three times by one dude) that lots of profs can't manage their own shit and just be normal around her. Our profs! Just like some of the kids in my classes with her! They mentioned that for several male profs her eyes are too beautiful (for sure), her lips are too sexy (okay), her accent is also too sexy (it is?), her presence is too powerful (true), and even her jewelry is too distracting and attractive (what?) for one. But of course they couldn't get away from her ass and her boobs. "I always schedule my classes Monday Thursday for maximum opportunity to bump into her. You guys are pussies. I walk behind her all the time staring at that sweet ass rocking in those heels. With all the bullshit from the Dean and the Provost all the goddamn time, that body of hers is the one fucking perk of this job. Jesus fucking Christ, those breasts are just perfect." "I would give Satan a kidney to get my hands on those luscious fucking things. Hell, even a good cleavage shot would be worth it. I've pictured her naked during meetings so many times it's automatic now. She's always topless in my head." Those two loud ones know their shit, like what she wore in some meeting three weeks ago, that sexy top that frames her boobs just so, the sexy red glasses worn just so, on and on. "I promised never to share this, but (censored) told me last year he imagines Gwen every time he has sex with his wife. He said he takes some little OTC helper and he rocks out fantasizing it's Gwen the whole time. It's totally rejuvenated their sex life. I don't know if (nope) knows he's imagining her instead. He said he's got some simple visualization technique that makes it like VR, eyes closed and it's totally her. Can you fucking imagine? There's no way I could look her in the eyes after that, but he does it all the time no problem. What balls." That's when the hiding dude interrupted and reprimanded them. They apologized for being disrespectful, and the one who really has it bad for Dr. Alphonso says, "You're right, she's such a great colleague, such a caring person, I feel guilty every time my mind goes there. She's just so, so motherfucking gorgeous." They start talking about some meeting and I'm done listening. So profs are as bad as students. When they leave my buddy asks again. Fuck yeah, she is.

I have never ever EVER gotten a request to write something before but the request is so like heartfelt I can't refuse. I can't explain how weird it feels to re-write something BY REQUEST that was completely anonymous and offhanded in the first place. I think it's gonna flop but I'll try to capture the feeling again. Stage fright. Okay, so this recounts the best dream that I've ever had, which says maybe more about me than I want to admit. But this was after my second course with Dr. Alphonso, on one of those few days when she wore something revealing enough to make a guy's heart stop. I was no stranger to jacking off while imagining Dr. Alphonso just doing her professor thing, jamming the white board with this connection and that new idea. Boots, knee high skirt, what more do I need to imagine a hundred different things to make me rock solid? But this dream was different. So there I am in the Quick with a bunch of other people, like capacity, for some event. Another mandatory event? Extra credit? Who can keep track? Then some guys on stage announces there's a very exciting special event featuring a popular Fairfield professor demonstrating her new hobby. Yes, Dr. Alphonso and pole dancing. Yes, impossible, but my dream. Then, as I'm hyperventilating, I recall her mentioning this at the end of the last class, almost like she wanted students to attend but maybe not really. And that's exactly her vibe: she wants all the attention her gorgeous body brings, but only sometimes and on her terms. Get caught staring on the right day and she seems kinda pleased, but the wrong day and it's the death stare. God help the boy who gets the death stare. But it is really not fair to have this beautiful woman with these big, perfect breasts with this bipolar attitude toward dudes lusting after her. She knows that she is like magma hot, so just know we're gonna stare. No disrespect for her genius brains, just lust for that perfect body. Anyway so Dr. Alphonso walks out on stage, the crowd in stunned silence since the announcement. Some weird background music starts, but it's out of place. And there she is, that Dr. Alphonso, in very high heels, a red thong (A RED THONG), red fishnets, and a red bra that covers too much. Everyone can picture this. It's like heaven dressed in red. No one makes a sound. I can hear my heart pounding over my loud breathing, but that weird music, kind of classical but kind of EDM, wanders in the background. Then I see the pole. This is real. Is this real? I love Dr. Alphonso as a professor and as a sex object, but she is not some agile dancer in class. She legit trips sometimes. Then the music kinda kicks up a bit, and Dr. Alphonso strides toward the pole with intensity, those gorgeous breasts and that delicious ass bouncing. And she trips. A heel breaks, and she tumbles to the stage. I'm immediately saddened by her awkward fall but more, much more, by the prospect of pole dancing not happening. But then announcer dude appears and explains that since it was very likely Dr. Alphonso would get injured while attempting this, she prepared an alternate plan. That does sound like her, right? But then I hear: Professor Alphonso is going to perform her favorite sexual positions with a lucky student from the audience. By the time I hear "positions," there's buzzing in my ears so loud I can't hear anything. But then I see everyone turning towards me, some of them clapping, and I see announcer dude waving me to the stage. I still have a rock hard erection from the pole dancing announcement, and now I have to walk up in front of a couple hundred people? If it's for that, sure. Suddenly I'm two feet away from Dr. Alphonso in her thong and bra and all. My erection is throbbing so much she can't not notice. I can see she does. This is so unreal I don't know what to do. But Dr. Alphonso looks slightly embarrassed and awkward even though she's the hottest fucking woman on the planet. Seriously, this woman is nearly 50 but looks like a total fucking model. And staring at those deep brown eyes lined with that black eyeliner I thought I would cum right there. Are her eyes more beautiful than her boobs? Of course not, but sorta close. I'm sure most of you don't know this, but Dr. Alphonso has a small tattoo above her right breast, just near enough to her shoulder that it's not visible when she wears her usual tops. But in just the right top from just the right angle, you could see it. Or that's what I dreamed, a small dolphin the size of a dime maybe. I watch Dr. Alphonso as she removes her bra, revealing the most perfect breasts ever, and then takes down my pants. Without realizing it, I'm suddenly naked, and I watch her slide my rock hard cock into her mouth. Dr. Alphonso, the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen, is sliding my cock between those beautiful lips of hers. I can't believe that I'm feeling her mouth wrapped around my cock, moving back and forth. Then, my dream goes off the rails. Suddenly, Dr. Alphonso is no longer giving me a hummer. Instead she's lecturing on the feminist critique of fellatio, or something. I'm totally fucking lost. There she is, perfect boobs for all to see, that righteous ass in that red thong, and I'm totally listening to her lecture. BTW, her nipples: pierced! I know this because she presses me into her breasts to make some point as she's lecturing about the male gaze and breasts. Fine by me. Those piercings on those succulent (thesaurus) boobs are amazing. We all know she's kinda strange, and I wish I knew her kinks and shit. I bet she's a total fucking freak, but maybe only in her own dreams. So the lecturing continues and suddenly she is pushing me to the stage floor and mounting my cock. Dr. Alphonso, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, is climbing on top of me with those ridiculously perfect breasts bouncing as she rides me. I try to focus on the piercings, the tattoo, the underside of her breasts, anything to stop me from cumming hard and fast. And it works. She riding me so long that I can see the sweat building all over the perfect body, and I can feel her wet pussy sliding all over me. She tries several positions to get me deeper inside her and as intense as her pussy feels, I refuse to give it up. Then she slides off me, spreads her legs, and explains to the audience something about how male inability to pleasure a woman orally has vast consequences because of something, which I don't hear because I've buried my face in that sweet pussy. I have never had a better experience than licking Dr. Alphonso's pussy, feeling every inch inside and out, the soft thighs, the tense clitoris. But even I my dream I did not have the nerve to try to lick her ass. I am a failure. As I bring her to cum a third time, she is sitting slight upright so those perfect boobs are positioned before me, waiting for my tongue to lick the sweat off them. I can feel her legs twitching as she's getting closer, my tongue furiously licking her sweet spot. Then I hear her calling my name, asking if I have anything to add to the last comment. I'm in class, daydreaming hard, and I've been caught, though this time not eyeing her perfection, just drifting off. I apologize and shift my position so that my erection is not so obvious. I love that dream. I hate that dream. Do what you want with it. Fuck, I wish that Dr. Alphonso was not so outrageously hot. Bullshit, I love that she is so outrageously hot. And I love that she knows that she's outrageously hot. I do wish she would flaunt her stuff more. Another dream perhaps.

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