For mature readers
Explicit sexuality and language
For over a year I've had these recurring dreams. I would wake up, go to my computer, check an email I don't really possess, then go to a house to be fucked by my sexy-ass math teacher. But every morning I would wake up in my own bed and life would continue as normal. It was unfortunate, really. He was my only teacher crush, and at the moment, my only crush at all. But no student, not even a teachers pet like me, would ever get in the bed of the respectable, classy gentleman, Mr. D.
But then one day I found a piece of paper used as a bookmark in a book I gave up reading. Maybe firstname.lastname@example.org wasn't so imaginary after all...