The Male Teacher
Brother Jim is a fine specimen of a man. The first sight of the rippling muscles that seemed to burst through his shirt filled me with awe. God must have singled him out from other he -beings, sculpting his body to perfection - a set of broad shoulders tapering all the way down to a narrow waist, bolstered with two arms of steels, a washboard stomach and made complete with two powerful legs. How I wished I could worship his muscles, tracing every curve of them.
The first time he caught me playing hookey at a shopping mall, I hopelessly fell for him. How firm was his grip as he dragged me into his car. I caught a whiff of his deodorant and was lost in his charms, none of his scolding evoking a shred of shame in me. Indeed, I was a wayward child but, it was the first time I let a man touch me, albeit in a rough, unromantic manner.
I am at my house now, ready for his arrival, like a bride. Tonight, my desire will be consummated. We are going to sleep together, entwine our arms with each other, and do things love couples would do. But will he accept my love wholeheartedly? I have always been a problem girl to him, not easily submitting myself to rules, a recurring headache for the management.
Come off it, my hunk, don't you frown again at the curses I spit. I am not as superficial as all those good girls at school. Beneath their docile exterior, they are a promiscuous lot, sluttily thirsty, an understatement perhaps. Yes, they greet and listen to you politely all the time, but they are actually waiting for the right opportunity to trap you, just like how they lured Mr. Gu years ago, filled him with honey-sweet virginity and gave him a deadly bite when he had totally let his guard down. They are snakes with cankered souls.
Brother Jim, It is good calling you Brother Jim. I know many a time that you were observing me on the sly. Every time you walked past my classroom, I could feel your stealthy eyes on me. Some friends told me that you were concerned about me, but I know love was taking shape in your heart. On the beach that day, I saw with my own eyes the chemical reactions on your body, a raging hard-on.
The first time he caught me playing hookey at a shopping mall, I hopelessly fell for him. How firm was his grip as he dragged me into his car. I caught a whiff of his deodorant and was lost in his charms, none of his scolding evoking a shred of shame in me. Indeed, I was a wayward child but, it was the first time I let a man touch me, albeit in a rough, unromantic manner.
I am at my house now, ready for his arrival, like a bride. Tonight, my desire will be consummated. We are going to sleep together, entwine our arms with each other, and do things love couples would do. But will he accept my love wholeheartedly? I have always been a problem girl to him, not easily submitting myself to rules, a recurring headache for the management.
Come off it, my hunk, don't you frown again at the curses I spit. I am not as superficial as all those good girls at school. Beneath their docile exterior, they are a promiscuous lot, sluttily thirsty, an understatement perhaps. Yes, they greet and listen to you politely all the time, but they are actually waiting for the right opportunity to trap you, just like how they lured Mr. Gu years ago, filled him with honey-sweet virginity and gave him a deadly bite when he had totally let his guard down. They are snakes with cankered souls.
Brother Jim, It is good calling you Brother Jim. I know many a time that you were observing me on the sly. Every time you walked past my classroom, I could feel your stealthy eyes on me. Some friends told me that you were concerned about me, but I know love was taking shape in your heart. On the beach that day, I saw with my own eyes the chemical reactions on your body, a raging hard-on.
I think I can see you now. The light beams of your car are casting moving shadows inside my house. In the half-light outside you are smoothing your hair with your fingers, very self-conscious. I am glad to make you experience those feelings, which testify the fact that I matter much to you.
The first time I smiled at you, you seemed to be thunderstruck. Most girls smile at their teachers, but I had kept mine well. I had been known as a weird girl, one that had never smiled. I knew many eyes had been on me, so lusty, so desperate. Every day at school, I had been contemptuous to those eyes. I had shunned them, but occasionally, I had enjoyed swimming my eyes on those creatures, filling them with fire. Things, however, had started to change, ever since I had had you at my sight. You could not run away from me. You were mine. From time to time, as if by accident, I purposely revealed a bit of myself to you. At first you were shocked. But then, that feeling quickly gave way to curiosity. Eventually, from curiosity, it became a strong yearning.
Brother Jim, yes, open the door quickly, it is unlocked, and here I am, waiting for you to make the first move. I am prepared to submit the most vulnerable part of mine to you. Fill me with your manliness, smolder me with your kisses and send me to the highest heaven. I am yours, forever yours. We are man and woman, destined to fill the void of each other.
There you are, breathing heavily with unchecked desire. I am now clothed like a new-born baby, nothing on my body. Your mouth is half-open, struggling to say hi. Well, cut out all the nonsense. You are not a teacher now, only a mere man at my house, totally at the mercy of my female superiority. Slowly, I unbutton your shirt, and your pectoral muscles reveal themselves in deference to me, desperate for my motherly touch.
The first time I smiled at you, you seemed to be thunderstruck. Most girls smile at their teachers, but I had kept mine well. I had been known as a weird girl, one that had never smiled. I knew many eyes had been on me, so lusty, so desperate. Every day at school, I had been contemptuous to those eyes. I had shunned them, but occasionally, I had enjoyed swimming my eyes on those creatures, filling them with fire. Things, however, had started to change, ever since I had had you at my sight. You could not run away from me. You were mine. From time to time, as if by accident, I purposely revealed a bit of myself to you. At first you were shocked. But then, that feeling quickly gave way to curiosity. Eventually, from curiosity, it became a strong yearning.
Brother Jim, yes, open the door quickly, it is unlocked, and here I am, waiting for you to make the first move. I am prepared to submit the most vulnerable part of mine to you. Fill me with your manliness, smolder me with your kisses and send me to the highest heaven. I am yours, forever yours. We are man and woman, destined to fill the void of each other.
There you are, breathing heavily with unchecked desire. I am now clothed like a new-born baby, nothing on my body. Your mouth is half-open, struggling to say hi. Well, cut out all the nonsense. You are not a teacher now, only a mere man at my house, totally at the mercy of my female superiority. Slowly, I unbutton your shirt, and your pectoral muscles reveal themselves in deference to me, desperate for my motherly touch.
Comments