October 26, 2021
Dear Diary,
Today was THE day! I’m not proud of it but, I am exhilarated from the experience. My English teacher, I will call her Maggy, kept me after class. She was hot in her tight blouse. The buttons strained against those magnificent breasts. Her legs disappeared under a short gray skirt. My mouth salivated for her pouty lips. I wanted to taste her succulent tongue against mine.
The school emptied. I sat alone in class. I felt warmth down below. Uneasy to stand if asked I turned my attention to history. I hate history and science but, it was what I needed to calm down. The sway in her hips as she approached me was sexier than anything I ever saw in my life. She stood next to me. I could smell her perfume. My arm touched her leg. Then she spoke. The soft southern lilt in her voice ruptured the calmness I had acquired. I wanted her in the worst way. Diary, I knew inside it was wrong.
Then it happened…
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