the name? ella. ella mae. that's just geometry, y'know?
my life is like no others.
i was the never the most popular kid, the kind you wouldn't acknowledge in the halls, nothing special. never special.
a typical monday morning consisted of me daydreaming at that total hottie in food tech...
career school food tech hit different y'know??
his name? ashton bhad oh'mighty. i mean, doesn't that make your pu$$ie throb too??
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oh wait.. you thought he was a student?? yee maw all mighty that is where you were wrong diary. he's tall.. and when he stands over me, i can see up his nose... can you believe we breathe the same air??? his knees aren't the most supportive but that's where i stand in. i make up for his passion for cheerleading by being his very own. (cheerleader 😂)
he likes it when i call him mr bhad... all the other kids call him mr oh'mighty... i must be special.
hey diary, i'm going to pass out!!! great conversation!! my therapist can totally rot in hell 😂. see ya!
*2 hours into the nightfall*
she was in a state of deep slumber. her long body layed dormant and serene. her mind clear, she had space to create her own story. mr bhad was her zaddy for the night...
(dream sequence)
"i love it when you call me your naughty little bunny boy" he purred
"yeah, you like that?"
she strapped him to the chair, belittling him, looking down at him. she coiled her fuzzy legs around him as he chuckled. this was out of his comfort zone but that is exactly where he craved to be.
"ella, baby,-"
"i love it when you call me baby mr bhad"
"yeah? well i don't believe you"
"i'll make you believe me.."
ella vigorously tore his tie off, her body yearned for the heat of a man, the man. she bound his supple hands to the chair, he had no complaints.
"you can't get enough of me" he bragged
"i'll get every inch of you"
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her tongue traced his lips like butterfly. she sat on his lap, chest to chest and felt a growth from underneath her coochie... she unzipped his knickers and-
*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*
(end of dream sequence) dear diary,
it's tuesday morning and i just had the spiciest dream of my life...
