Not just physical lust.
And of course, the feelings weren't (and shouldn't have been) mutual at all.
After more than 10 years I still dream, jerk off, cry and long for the company of my literature teacher.
She was a 7/10, 35yo, probably 40, small (but she loved to wear high heels so she was around my height with them) always wearing very elegant clothes that made her look like an aristocrat, always wearing a long dress covering 90% of her legs but her silk black stockings were visible. she never worse something whorish, always dressing like a fucking porcelain doll.
She was single but had a son, never met him.
She was so fucking smart and probably the only foid that I've seen in my life that had a functional brain, she loved the theater and she would take us there every month but as my fucking class was 99% filled with braindead normie monkeys they wouldn't even pay attention, I remember sitting next to her and admiring her for how fucking smart she was about everything, you could talk with everything with her, she was so genuine and honest and smart, just like me, it's like she was the only foid that could understand me when I talked about something instead of seeing me like a subhuman freak, I remember telling her stories about vidya lore and she liked it because it was fantasy, I could talk about comics with her despite her not knowing a damn thing about it but she was interested in the stories, she could sit and listen to me, it was and still is the most wonderful feeling that I've ever experienced, showing her one of my action figures and she was invested on it she would ask me about it and listen to me and she wouldn't judge me or treat me like I was an autistic retard.
Sadly one day I touched her leg under her dress because I was a stupid retard and I don't know what the fucking fuck was I thinking, she got very upset, I completely fucked up our friendship and she started to avoid me, a month later and the year was over, she went to a different school next year.
I could get a 10/10 Stacy tomorrow by some miracle and I still would long for my teacher, I've dreamed about her in all the possible scenarios that I could imagine, and in my mind I've fucked her in every possible way, I would literally commit manslaughter (in minecraft) to see her again and throw her to my bed and finally touching and squeezing her fucking sexy and elegant legs while kissing her like a fucking animal, choking her while I cum inside her and slapping her for leaving me, slapping her so fucking hard only to kiss her even harder, beating her up like she was my slave then hugging her and crying on her shoulder,
The sheer damage that one single woman has done to me, to make me experience the sweetest thing that this world has to offer, and then just take it away from me. How the fuck is any of this shit even fair.
And of course, the feelings weren't (and shouldn't have been) mutual at all.
After more than 10 years I still dream, jerk off, cry and long for the company of my literature teacher.
She was a 7/10, 35yo, probably 40, small (but she loved to wear high heels so she was around my height with them) always wearing very elegant clothes that made her look like an aristocrat, always wearing a long dress covering 90% of her legs but her silk black stockings were visible. she never worse something whorish, always dressing like a fucking porcelain doll.
She was single but had a son, never met him.
She was so fucking smart and probably the only foid that I've seen in my life that had a functional brain, she loved the theater and she would take us there every month but as my fucking class was 99% filled with braindead normie monkeys they wouldn't even pay attention, I remember sitting next to her and admiring her for how fucking smart she was about everything, you could talk with everything with her, she was so genuine and honest and smart, just like me, it's like she was the only foid that could understand me when I talked about something instead of seeing me like a subhuman freak, I remember telling her stories about vidya lore and she liked it because it was fantasy, I could talk about comics with her despite her not knowing a damn thing about it but she was interested in the stories, she could sit and listen to me, it was and still is the most wonderful feeling that I've ever experienced, showing her one of my action figures and she was invested on it she would ask me about it and listen to me and she wouldn't judge me or treat me like I was an autistic retard.
Sadly one day I touched her leg under her dress because I was a stupid retard and I don't know what the fucking fuck was I thinking, she got very upset, I completely fucked up our friendship and she started to avoid me, a month later and the year was over, she went to a different school next year.
I could get a 10/10 Stacy tomorrow by some miracle and I still would long for my teacher, I've dreamed about her in all the possible scenarios that I could imagine, and in my mind I've fucked her in every possible way, I would literally commit manslaughter (in minecraft) to see her again and throw her to my bed and finally touching and squeezing her fucking sexy and elegant legs while kissing her like a fucking animal, choking her while I cum inside her and slapping her for leaving me, slapping her so fucking hard only to kiss her even harder, beating her up like she was my slave then hugging her and crying on her shoulder,
The sheer damage that one single woman has done to me, to make me experience the sweetest thing that this world has to offer, and then just take it away from me. How the fuck is any of this shit even fair.
