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3/1/2004
2day I got into
it with that fuckin bitch Merced and told her the next time she
talks shit behind my back I'm gonna fuck her up! I wasn't messin
with her boyfriend like she says even tho he wants to with me.
Maybe she needs to take care of him better! I think I'm finally
gonna go for it with Mr. C. He's SO cute and I been flurting with
him for the whole year and I just wanna kiss him so much! I think
I even wanna go ferther...
It is a gorgeous
start to March, with the sun shining and the temperatures in the
high 60's as I begin my morning prep. Today being Wednesday, they
know their latest projects are due and I'm in no mood for excuses.
My wife and I got into it pretty hard last night and I've just
about had it with this whole marriage. For ten years I've been
tolerating this one-sided relationship, always hoping that things
will "turn the corner" at some point and return to the great times
of our early dating. Before the two kids; before the house; and
before the responsibility of her ailing father, stricken with
Alzheimer's, and now requiring 'round-the-clock care, which is
slowly eroding our entire life savings. Now, in addition to my job
as a high school science teacher, I teach adult education to
immigrants AND tutor kids with any spare moments I have left to
make a few extra bucks. I once again tried to reason with Clare
(my wife) that she has to go back to work or we won't make it.
And, in her typical response, she promised to start looking for
work "any day now." We haven't had sex for weeks and I'm too tired
to muster up the motivation to jack off.
I just want to
leave. Fuck it all. She can have the house, the kids, and I'll
happily live on the street if I have to. Anything but spending the
rest of my life like this. I wonder how many other men inhabit
this prison called "marriage." How many of us are out there
languishing in these unnatural arrangements, wanting to bolt for
the door, hit the nearest bar, and fuck the first pretty young
thing in sight? I want a convertible Prowler with the top down and
a young honey sitting next to me. I want to be filthy rich so I
don't give a shit that she's with me for my money. Who cares? What
better way to spend my cash than laying it to a hot piece of ass
who'll do anything I want for a nice dinner, some cool clothes,
and a little spending money? That's right, you fucks, she IS with
me for my cash and I HAVE the cash and you don't. Go home to your
wife and see if you get any tonight; I KNOW I'm getting some. 'Cuz
if I don't, she's outta here and I'm on the next one. Cash flow
equals pussy flow - pure and simple.
My morning
fantasy is shattered by the reality of the first bell. My first
period group slowly files in and takes their seats. I scan
their weary faces and try to muster up the strength to plow
through the next fifty-five minutes. And I look for Maricella, who
finally comes in and takes her seat up front, just where I moved
her at the semester's beginning. Where I could constantly watch
her, attend to her, and let my plans unfold...
I had first
noticed her almost four years ago, when she entered my freshmen
science class as a scrawny little 14 year old, so shy she was
barely able to look any of her classmates in the eye and soft
spoken to the point of being inaudible. Her mother, born in
Nicaragua and deeply Catholic, dressed her conservatively, even
chopping her hair into a hideous cross between an Asian "rice
bowl" cut and Pippy Long Stockings, as ponytails emerged from the
mess on her head and traveled to her shoulders, where they flopped
awkwardly whenever she moved. I felt sorry for her and tried to
make her as comfortable as possible and avoided calling on her for
answers as not to cause embarrassment. Though not the smartest
student in the world, she did work hard and earned a solid "B"
average on her final report grade and I wished her well as she
moved into her sophomore year.
Over the last
three years, she has developed into one of the sexiest girls in
school. Her breasts have grown into large c-cups and her skirts
have risen to reveal a pair of luscious, smooth brown legs. Her
deep brown eyes and golden complexion put her every bit on par
with Catherine Zeta Jones (I think Maricella is far better) and
her confidence has bloomed simultaneously with her sexual
development. She knows the power her looks hold over the boys and
she uses it fully to her advantage (I laughingly refer to the
entourage of young suitors as "Maricella's Slaves." I must admit
that I, myself, have been and continue to be captivated by this
gorgeous vixen and was praying she'd be spending her senior year
in my honors science program.
3/4/2003
MR. C AND I
FINALLY KISSED! OMYGOD!!! IT WAS SUCH A GREAT 18TH BIRTHDAY
PRESENT!!! IT FELT SO GOOD I JUST WANTED TO KEEP GOING AND
GOING!!! HE SAID WE SHOULD STOP BUT I TOLD HIM I DIDN'T WANT HIM
2. I WANT HIM TO TOUCH ME MORE ALL OVER!!! HE SAID TO MEET HIM AFTER SCHOOL TOMORROW AND WE COULD TALK
ABOUT IT AND NOT TO SAY ANYTHING TO ANYONE. I CAN'T WAIT!!!
My wife and I had
sex last night, though I'd classify it as more of the "she laid
there while I got my rocks off" sort of encounter. I did fuck
her with the ferocity of a man who hadn't had sex for weeks and I
made sure to keep thrusting my cock into her until she begged me
to come. I don't care and none of it matters,
though; my episode with Maricella is still fresh in my mind and I
can barely contain my excitement and urge to tell Clare. Humiliate
her and flaunt that hot little Hispanic girl in her face. The
twisted nature of my cynicism is now distorting my sense of
morality and infusing me with a newfound confidence and power.
Every nerve in my body is now coursing with enough electricity to
light an entire city and I feel "alive" again. Fuck, how I've longed
for this feeling for so long! The thrill of the chase, the hunt,
the conquest; it's all driving me forward toward the ultimate
conclusion and I'll be damned if I'm going to pass it up.
Every male high
school teacher has lusted after a student at one point or another.
To think we can simply turn off our primal urges is simply absurd.
I come into contact with hundreds of females a day - young (in
many cases) hot pieces of ass just begging for a good fuck from an
experienced man. Not some young idiot whose idea of foreplay is 30
seconds blindly licking a girl's pussy, I'm talking about a man
who'll take the time to teach a young lady to WANT sex. To BEG for
it.
Maricella may think she's the hottest thing on campus, but my plan
is not to simply fuck her. No, that would be way too easy. I plan
on making her my slave. She'll do what I tell her and provide me
with pleasure when I want, where I want. But first, I need to put
step one of my plan into action...
3/5/2003
Mr. C and I
kissed some more today. I want him to touch me so bad! I promised
I wouldn't tell and he said he'd kiss me some more if I showed him
my tits. I pulled my shirt up and unbuttoned my bra to let him see
and he asked if he could take pictures! I didn't really want to,
but he said he'd make out some more and he needed them to make
sure I wouldn't tell anyone about us. My boyfriend would FREAK if
he found out too :-) While he wuz taking pictures, I pulled down
my pants and showed him my ass and my pussy. After he took
pictures of me, he kissed me some more and felt my tits with his
hands and licked my nipples. It felt SOOO good. I wanted to do it
with him right there in his class room, but he stopped and said we
should take it slow - I think he really likes me!
Maricella has now
given me what I need to proceed.
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