Okay, I need to get this off my chest. When I was 17 back in 2005, I seduced my math teacher. He was hot and I was failing math, so being the s*** I was – I seduced him. Got him between my legs and giving me grades I didn’t deserve. I only graduated cause I was f****** him. I know.
I saw him again in 2015. He’s married with a wife and two kids, picture perfect and his wife is the librarian from my old high school. How sweet but he still approached me and said that he couldn’t get me out his head. He wants an affair. I’m not in a committed relationship and his d*** was good back then so I didn’t mind and here we are in 2019 and his wife found out in december. She wants a divorce and I don’t give a s***. He wants to marry me but I don’t want him.
I just liked the thought of destroying his marriage and believe me, it was fun.
Is that fucked up? Probably but I don’t give a s***.
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Yep it is. Hope someone buggers up your life the same way one day.
Nobody stays single forever, even whores. One day you will find love..you will open up to someone..but another younger ,sexier whore will fuck up your life. Hope you enjoy the seed that you planted.
You’ve got a heck of an attitude for a woman who has already hit The Wall. Your “I don’t give a shit” temperament was probably endearing, or just easy to overlooked, when you were young, fresh, and fuckable. But it won’t be so cute when your tits and ass are sagging–they will be soon if they aren’t already–and you’re still acting like a myopic high school thot. (Hint: nobody likes teenage sluts for their winning personalities.)
Even if you hit the gym and really take care of yourself, within 10-15 years no guy is ever again going to want you badly enough to break up his marriage. Better start looking now for someone who values whatever else you’ve got going for you. You DO have other positive traits aside from your sex appeal, don’t you?
And even then, it may all come crashing down when some young, tight piece of high school ass bats her eyes at whoever you end up with. You know what we call that? “Poetic justice.” Enjoy the rest of your life.