As I entered the empty classroom I found our teacher, Mr. Wilson, sitting at his desk. The reserved giant looked at me with a face of utmost seriousness, and I felt myself begin to worry as I sat down across from him.
Mr. Wilson: “This is bad Diana. You keep coming in late to my classes and when you’re there you’re too caught up in your own world to do any work. I don’t have any choice but to fail you”
Me: “Please don’t, my parents will kill me. I can do better, please give me a chance”
My pleading fell on deaf ears as the rugged mountain sat back in his chair. Is there no wonder why I’m so distracted, with such a pinnacle of a man stationed smack infront of everyone? Bo matter how hard I focus on my work, I can’t help it. My fantasies of having him just… throw me down and ravage my barely legal figure, like I’m noting but an object of his satisfaction. My clothes getting torn off of my young petite body, hot, ripe and longing desperately for the touch of his strong hands, already I grow hot just looking at this man, this beast. What I wouldn’t give to have him give me his all in a bed strong enough to carry it, assuming such a bed even exists. It hadn’t dawned on me how lost into my lustful train of thought I was until he snapped his fingers, jolting me out of my fantasies