bicycleofthoughts

You should keep your affairs correct. You are a teacher, after all. How will you shape these young minds? You say your geography is good, but these students are more interested in your biology, They want practicals. They look at you strut around in these cute dresses which they uncover with their eyes. You say your dresses are not arousing, but when you bend down to pick up the chalk, with your posterior raised, the eyes in the room are interested on only one thing. Are you there to tend to everyone’s interest? Of course not. But the hint of cleavage that makes some of the students stand up in their seat is the topic of their talk. These discussions show no respect for you. They discuss what they would do to you if no one else was around and there were no repercussions. Would you tell anyone? No, you wouldn’t. Maybe because of shame. Maybe because you love it. You find it demeaning, but this is your drug. The dopamine doesn’t leave enough blood in the brain to comprehend anything else. It is addicted, and wants a hit, and another, and another. It refuses to think about anything else. It has one single thought. When it is finally free, the body is bruised and regret sets in. How could you let this happen? Weren’t you supposed to be in control? You were in control, and you allowed it to happen. No, you enabled it to happen because you wanted it to happen. You only wanted to tease, to smile internally about it, but things escalated so quickly. You reminisce the violation, the strength of the youth, the control and the powerlessness of your situation. Maybe you were not in control at that moment, but you are now. And you are aroused.