I think I may have some type of syndrome where I have too much of whatever hormone that causes horniness. I was in class, a class being taught by a nun, no less, and I started getting incredibly horny. I don't remember what we were really talking about during class because I obviously had my mind elsewhere. The guy next to me was looking very sexy today and I kept leaning back in my chair to take peeks at his crotch. Seriously, what's wrong with me? I started thinking about the size of his cock and what it would be like to have him in my bed. I could feel myself getting really wet and dying to get to my room so that I could take care of it. I needed to masturbate like nobody's business.
I got to my room, kicked off my shoes, and typed in my favorite porn website. Finally, some relief was in sight. I browsed the titles on the page: "Hot brunette gets her mouth fucked," hmmm..that shows some promise. "Tiny Asian slut takes monster cock," eh..not really in the mood for Asian porn. "Head Coach fucks busty cheerleader," ah haa, there's the one. I clicked on it and waited anxiously for it to load. Jesus Christ, high speed Internet my ass, let's get this thing moving, I only have twenty minutes left before I have to leave for class. It buffered about a quarter of the way when I pressed play. It got right to the action, obviously I picked the right one for the situation.
All the sudden it stopped, a stuttering motion happening when the cheerleader bent down to give the coach head. WHAT THE FUCK!!!? Come on, Internet, don't fail me now. I tried to pause it to let it buffer again. No luck. You son of a fucking bitch. I tapped my laptop to no avail. Fuckkkkkkkkk. I hate when my porn doesn't work. It gets me so excited and then it fails miserably. I was forced to use my imagination now, which is good and fine, but I was in the mood for some hot, nasty, quick porn. Looks like the guy sitting next to me in class would have to suffice. Although I bet he never did anything in real life that he did in my mind. He loved it in my mind. I'm a fan of corrupting innocent looking boys, if you haven't noticed. Even if it's only in my mind, I like to then look at them in a way that usually makes them blush and look away when I see them after I've had my way with them in my fantasies.
It hasn't even been long since I've gotten some action, so the saying "desperate times calls for desperate measures" shouldn't apply here, but I feel my cooch screaming it at me. We'll see what I can do tonight, cooch. Hopefully I'll find something to take the edge off.
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Ouch. Porn goes fuzzy. Try Limewire, if you've not already. Once you filter through the truly whacky stuff and Bill Clinton advertising some internet product, it's pretty resourceful.
The Catholic brought-up girls do one of two things usually. Become a nun, such as your teacher. Or become so horny they have to do something in the next 12 seconds or heavy casualties WILL be sustained. (That and the occasional disipline fetish) This is how the schoolgirl fetish was born. And your particular interest was how the *ahem* teacher interests came around. Fetishes, in my completely novice opinion, come from real life situations. You're horny. There's an innocent little boy there in front of you. Time to teach him. The guy is a professor. His wife hasn't been giving him enough head, and the little girl in the front row wants to improve her grade.
Well, maybe not REAL life. But a good estimation. Perhaps what we sometimes wish life was, but can't be because of social constrictions, responsibilities, or that thing the interferes with hedonistic urges being unfulfilled more than any other: Love. I love you. I can't tie you up and shove a coke bottle up your ass. Hence the safety. You take the right precautions, you CAN shove a coke bottle up his (or her) ass. And still make it feel like you hate it and are crying.
So when you get a guy who's willing to not just sit there and listen to the teacher...Make him listen to the pussy. Teacher. Ma'am. Lady.
Miss Mean, I should take you in under my wing and teach you all the lovely things that can be enjoyed while you are in class. A remote controlled butterfly could change your entire view of Hamlet. (Now you know why it took me so damn long to earn my degree!)
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