We Really Shouldn't

We Really Shouldn't

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Images of him and I kissing with every piece of love and lust we have to one another cross my mind, but are quickly covered by the tragedy that slowly dragged behind. Him guiding his hand to my waist and holding so tight as if Gravity was no where to be seen, he slowly begins kissing every inch every, ounce of my body, my body begins to flutter against every teasing kiss, the kisses that leave behind so many promises, yet so many lies. Somehow the images began to fade away like smoke in the wind, giving me a clear view of the reality behind every mistake, every lie, every bit of love I had. Gone. *Note* This is not a story between a teacher and a student, it is between two students: a male and a female. I apologise if there were any confusions.
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|WATTPAD ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+| "You're leaving?" Mr. Daughtler asks, seeming disappointed. "Yeah...it's getting late" I say. Just as I open the door, Mr. Daughtler uses his hand to push it close. I turn around, looking deep into his eyes, Our faces close together, I stare into his eyes and swallow hard; nervous about what is about to come. "Please don't leave" He begs "...what are you doing?" I ask, he slowly rests his hand on my cheek. "You're one of my favorite students...you know that right?" Mr. Daughtler whispers I'm completely speechless at first. "Um..." I say, watching him lean in for a kiss. However, I immediately turn my head "We probably shouldn't-" "But you want to...?" Mr. Daughtler tells me. I say nothing, we both know the answer to that. Mr. Daughtler slowly unbuttons his shirt; as it drops to the floor, I stare at his six-pack, rock-hard abs. "Tempting, isn't it?" He whispers, staring down at me. Mr. Daughtler moves my hands, slowly placing them on his abs. "You can't resist," He says. I gulp, knowing that what we are doing is wrong. However, how can I say no to that body? He leans in, whispering in my ear "How long would it take you to moan my name?"

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