When I was in my teens I went to summer school one year. I hadn’t failed the class, I wanted to make up a credit so I could get it out of the way. I liked the male teacher that I had for that English class I took and I used to fantasize about how I could get him………
I used to concoct all sorts of scenarios, from him telling me I was going to fail, and of course I was only too happy to tell him I’d do anything to ensure I didn’t. I used to think maybe I’d tell him my mom couldn’t pick me up that day for some reason and he’d take pity on me and offer me a ride home, and of course all sorts of naughty things would go on in the car that of course would be pulled over somewhere between the high school and my house.
Or maybe we wouldn’t even be able to wait and I would just wait until after class and get under the desk and suck on his cock right there, hoping some other student didn’t forget their books and come back into the classroom and see what was going on.
This teacher was also married, and I used to even have this naughty thought about going to his house while his wife was out and fucking him in their bed. I’m soooooo bad! What makes it so wickedly delicious to fuck another woman’s man in their bed? A real territorial thing I guess. No, I never did fool around with him, nor did he know I wanted to, but it crossed my mind every day of the summer school what it would be like to fuck this older man.
Now that I am older, I want them young, but when I was young I wanted them older, go figure….Crazy things people want that change with time.
