My first experience of feeling the awesome power of the dark divine feminine was when I was in year 13 (senior year in US). Although I was a cocky 18 year old rugby lad, with a filthy fantasy mind I wasn’t very confident around girls when it came to actually having sex. I attracted a lot of female attention but just didn’t know how to act on it. I suppose I was shy. Attending an all boys school probably didn’t help socialise a young man like me in how to interact with females.
My French teacher was a Danish women, called Ms. Bruun. She was in her early 50s and very strict. There were other teachers who were more feminine but with her stern manner and rarely smiling face she got my blood pumping more than anyone. Ms.Bruun used a lot of facial moisturizer which had a distinctive smell of lavender and gave her face a shiny oily look. She always wore the same clothes; ankle high black boots, black stockings, a tight pencil skirt below her knees that hugged her shapely mature waist and hips (the roundness of her tummy never failed to make my cock hard) and a slightly see through cream blouse with high frilly lapels. You could just make out the shape of her bra through the blouse which was very erotic. Her hair was always up in a bun with loose bits falling down by the side of her face and pink lipstick on her thin lips. Her glasses would sit at the end of her nose as she looked over the rims when she engaged you with eye contact.