Carlos
This week has been torture! I am thankful it is the weekend. Having Kyla in my class is driving me f*****g insane. I can’t go one damn lesson with her without having impure thoughts. She hasn’t even been doing anything to mess with me. No flirting or teasing; nothing. Yet, all I want to do is tell her to stay behind after class, bend her over my desk and f**k her senseless. I am losing my mind. She hasn’t even bothered with me, not a single text or call, yet I find myself checking my phone in hopes she will reach out. I have nearly called or texted her multiple times, but luckily, I talked myself out of it.
I don’t know how I am going to continue to deal with it before I end up breaking. I arrive home, grab a beer from the fridge and toss myself down on the sofa, groaning in frus
