Rabid monkeys with fancy tools

This whole student-teacher relationship thing from Notes of a Scandal ignited some old feelings and .. no better way to put it, fantasies (not really of the sexual kind, mind you. Jeez what is this world turning into?) I had just after I left Form Six. Well, you see, I’ve always had a weak spot for younger men (so virile, so absolutely virile), and there was this younger boy (boy - the term itself is so wrong) back in school I was diggin’ .. those whom I hung out with back in Form Six would probably know who I am talking about - if they remember, that is. He looked so cute .. so naughty-ish .. And in school uniform .. So absolutely undeniably wrong .. Owh ..
And the thought of going back to school to teach part time as a substitute or something of the sort so that I could .. well .. teach him some things actually crossed my mind. It bloody crossed my mind. You know .. schoolteachers .. there was this girl whom everybody dug (man that ass was really rockin’) and she was in Form Six, and she went back to school to teach a bit, and holy moly, that was one hotass wicked teacher. Seriously, coming from a more-or-less straight female, that girl was - why am I talking about her? Dammit. I digress. Schoolteachers. C’mon. It’s a common enough fantasy.
Damn my imagination. And hey before you start condemning me for being a paedophile, he was just a mere three years younger. Not that bad kua.
I never had the balls to talk to him. Just gushed like a fangirl. Gushed. When he walked passed me during assembly line, I’d just bloody gush. Like mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-ing till your lungs are empty.
But what if I had spoken to him? You know our boys. They’d laugh and tease and never let it die. Now, the boys have become young (legal) men. I really need to weed this guy out when I get back. Gah.
Dammit I need to get myself a hot (and older) Irish man to get rid of these sweaty boythoughts.

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