High school girl told me she did SuicideGirls. She’s a teacher now and I still come to her pics
I went to high school with this girl. She was quiet, kind of alternative, always had that look like she was into darker shit than she let on. One day she told me she’d been shooting for SuicideGirls. Just casually dropped it. I didn’t believe her at first so she sent me the link.
I opened it and immediately got hard.
She’s covered in tattoos. Perfect body. Tits, ass, the whole thing. The kind of girl you look at and think “there’s no way she’s real.” But she was. And she knew I was looking. She told me about it like it was no big deal.
I jerked off to those pictures the same night. And the next night. And a lot of nights after that.
That was years ago.
She’s a school teacher now. High School, I think. Professional. Respectable. Probably has parents trusting her with their kids every day. And I’m still over here pulling up those old SuicideGirls sets, stroking my cock to the same girl who’s standing in front of a classroom.
I fantasize about her constantly. Not the high school version. The teacher version. The one who goes home, takes off the professional clothes, and is still that same tattooed slut underneath. I think about her bending over her desk. I think about her on her knees in the empty classroom. I think about walking in after hours and using her the way those old photos make me want to use her.
She’s a teacher now.
And I still come to her nudes like it’s the first time I saw them.