Something strange came over
Marabella in school today.
She wanted to study advanced English in college and Mr. Miller her English Teacher had just started the Marquis De Sade’s “Justine”.1
It was an intimately sexual piece and Mr. Miller was concerned it might be a little too graphic for “someone of the likes of Marabella”.
She scoffed when she heard this and decided to prove him wrong, immersing herself in the heinous acts of Justine.
She began touching herself at home, to understand what Justine felt like being tied up and fucked as a prostitute.
When she did this, she could only imagine Mr. Miller tying her up, slapping her breasts, penetrating her with his manliness like stuffing a hog on thanksgiving.
‘These are bad thoughts, I shouldn’t be thinking about him like this’, but he was so handsome, she couldn’t help herself.
Such strange thoughts and doing was very unbecoming of her.
Anyway, today at school Marabella in her blue frock and matching blue ribbon that donned her gorgeous brown hair- felt strange.
Her panties wet wet and there was a terrible itch that she couldn’t get rid off.
An itch in her womanhood.