Teach Me Something Dirty

About Teach Me Something Dirty

“Teach me something dirty.” That’s what my student, Miss Luna Hendrix, whispered to me the night I rescued her from a handsy boy from school. Despite her filthy words and the way my body begged to take hers, she screamed innocence.

I really shouldn’t. It was wrong to want to stain her purity. But I did.

I gave her lessons no teacher should give their student. She wanted dirty, so I laid my hands on her and gave her raw. I made her mine.

She screamed my name so prettily, and in doing so, she made me hers.