Sitting in class, trying to pay attention when the teacher is a bore. All of a sudden, I start thinking about this really hot guy, making me his little whore. Pulling hair, biting my neck, demanding me to get on my knees. Making me beg for his dick. Please master please. Every little touch making my pussy so much wetter. Only him inside me would make this better. This little fantasy is getting out of hand. Now Im craving the touch of that man.
The bell rings and I come back to reality.
But one day, I will have him begging for me.
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My collection of poetry and short stories
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