I’m a girl from the UK and in high school, I look much, much older than my age, having a more developed body and all around a mature personality. I’m

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I’m a girl from the UK and in high school, I look much, much older than my age, having a more developed body and all around a mature personality. I’m tall, my hair is shaved at the sides and I have a man bun looking thing with my septum pierced (school hates me for it) so yeah, I’m much older looking which makes this story more understandable. Anyway, I’m quite popular and get a lot of attention off boys but none of them really catch my eye. But there’s this one guy, slicked back black hair, piercing blue eyes and his ears stretched a big (my type of guy) but trouble is, he is my graphic design teacher. I’ve been taught by him for a while and we’ve always got along very well, we have the same taste in music and we’re both passionate about drawing and we have very similar humour. I develop quite a hard crush over this guy and to my shock he is rather flirtatious with me. I find him looking at me often in the hallway and smiling at me lots of the time. Anyway, I stay after school to get some work for his class done and I’m quietly getting along with it. I happen to also be the only one in the room along with the teacher. He starts a conversation with me by asking what I’m listening to etc etc, the conversation then led to me telling him he’s probably the only teacher I get along with (I have a lot of problems with teachers in other classes) and he seems quite happy over this. One thing leads to another. We’re both in the art closet, me pinned against a wall and us both making out. Something just felt incredibly right about it, and I could tell he felt the same considering how into it he was. I end up blowing him off and we exchange numbers. I get this is really strange, I’m 17 and he’s 35. But yeah, no one except us both knows and I need to get it off my chest honestly.

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Dalton, You know, it’s strange. Somebody else asked me if I was afraid today.
I am afraid.
I’m afraid of what happens when somebody pushes me too far. Somebody just like you. ‘Cause I know what happens next
I snap their fuckinn neck and shatter their skull .

Wade Garrett

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I have to admit that I love to flash my c*** to adult women, of any age actually. I flash my c*** in my car, on webcams or in hotel windows overlooking parking lots or beaches like in Florida. My c*** is slightly larger than “average” but certainly not huge. Two women have told me that my c*** is really hard. I believe that several women have seen me though none have reported me and that’s a good thing.

One time in Florida I was laying on the lounge with my c*** surreptiously sticking out the side. Across the deck was a beautiful black haired lady in a bikini. She had really b*******. She was wearing sunglasses and getting some sun. Her lounge was slightly elevated but I couldn’t tell if her eyes were open. If they were she would have seen my c*** which of course was really exciting me. We were like that for about 15 minutes when another lady approached her and said something. She sat up, raised her glasses and took a clear look at me. She then lowered her glasses and resumed her position. She didn’t do or say anything. The only thing she did was bend her knee blocking my view between her legs. I didn’t trust the other lady so I left right away. That lady really took it in stride. I often wonder if she was offended, neutral or excited.

One night I was cruising with my c*** in my hand looking for a flashing opportunity. Up ahead was a girl hitchiking. She was wearing a loose dress from what I could see in the headlights and she was perfect. I decided to offer her a ride with my c*** out. If she got in, great and if she did not that was cool. I pulled up beside her and she opened the door. When that happened the interior light came on. She could see my c*** but I was so excited that c** exploded out of my c***. It happened so fast that I reached over, closed the door and took off.

I often wonder what she thought. Oh yeah, I also j******* to those memories.