(ON NEW ACCOUNT + DELETED SOON) My New Gym Teacher Goes by the Name of Mr. Sexy

Dear Santa,

For Christmas, can I have my new sexy school gym teacher naked and wrapped up in a bow? Oh please! I’ve been a good girl this year and I really don’t want to have to jump the poor guy! He’ll be terrified!
Also, if the bow could be pink that’d be lovely! Maybe if he was covered in chocolate as well…
Too far?
Sorry Santa, just my teacher will do!

Love,
Amie xoxoxo

Shaggy blonde hair; rich baby blue eyes like the colour of the clear sky; an ultra cute dimpled smile; plump red lips that scream ‘kiss me!’; a really tall sexy body; a really tall sexy body that’s tanned; a chiselled jaw; high cheekbones; a lovely not little yet not so small nose and the most drool-provoking, stare-enticing, fantasy-awakening ass I mean accent!

EVER!

But of course with every jump… There’s a fall…

Add a little jerk, douche bag, meanness, arrogance, too-high-a-ego and cockiness *cough* in more ways then one *cough* and you get the sexy beast I have to call my gym teacher!

Unfortunately though, he’s twenty-one and has a model-look-alike bitch of a girlfriend, sigh… And he’s my new teacher… Double sigh… And I’m really weird and a hater of sport… Triple sigh… Seriously, I do voodoo against the unholy thing called rugby… Shudder…

It’s a shame that he keeps giving me detentions so that I can boggle my eyes out over his fine as- accent! I mean, it’s not my fault I’m allergic to sport and might just maybe probably defiantly want to drool over his Godly body!

Oh sir, I do wonder if I – a weird ass hyperactive girl – can tempt you – an angel that God happened to give me – into falling head-over-heels in love with me?

We can only try and find out, can’t we?