The lust wasn’t from the way she walked
It was how she did it
I bet she calculated her steps
How could she be so perfect ..all the guys wondered ….all of us
A woman arrogantly bathed in beauty so irresistible She had greys effortlessly running through the middle portion of her hair
It’s no surprise introducing my arts teacher to others came at ease
Hips so well curved
Butts so rounded and ow .. her breast was best described godly
She called me out when I was deep in my day dream
It’s a mystery how I passed her tests
She ordered I get a book from her office
See, this was the best part of my class president duties; I get to freely be around the hottest mid-thirty teacher that ever lived
Grinning genuinely, I walked into Miss Anti’s office ready to smell her perfume as usual
Then I saw the book…not what I was to grab but a book, better described ; a diary
I didn’t mean to read it but I did
It was wrong, I admit, but I did
I read everything
From how she kisses her cleavage wildly to her navel
From how her tongue spelt love behind her ears
From how her fingers ran through her hair and in between her thighs
From how she bit the tip of her breast as her punishment for moaning
From how she spanked her romatically every morning before she kissed her goodbye for work
And that was it, I couldn’t read any further
I was shocked
I was disappointed
Who hurt Miss Anti so bad that made her give her perfectly stubborn sexy body to a WOMAN?!
I stormed out of the office with the book
Not the diary, the art book
For the rest of that class I was lost
First I replayed how her lover made love to her
Then I thought of the whys and what ifs
Now I know why my mid- thirty hot teacher was unmarried
May be women know how to touch their fellows at the right spots
Or may be, just may be, this sin was enjoyably addictive
But what if, what if she had all these done to her by a man? Would she love it more or less?
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