Delia has seduced
the French teacher.
She lies beside her
in the teacher's bed
in the private school
her father paid for.
It has been a good night.
Passions spent.
She looks at
the sleeping teacher.
Dark hair and closed lids.
Naked beneath
the sheets and duvet.
The other girls won't
get those French lessons.
Delia climbs quietly
from bed.
She'll shower then go
back to her dorm.
Still she sleeps.
Exhausted poor dear.
She showers using
the teacher's shampoo
and soap.
She dries using
the teacher's towel.
She dresses
into her nightdress
and leaves the room.
Back in her dorm
she climbs into bed
and runs over the night
in her teenage head.
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 4:02 AM UTC
Delia has seduced
the French teacher.
She lies beside her
in the teacher's bed
in the private school
her father paid for.
It has been a good night.
Passions spent.
She looks at
the sleeping teacher.
Dark hair and closed lids.
Naked beneath
the sheets and duvet.
The other girls won't
get those French lessons.
Delia climbs quietly
from bed.
She'll shower then go
back to her dorm.
Still she sleeps.
Exhausted poor dear.
She showers using
the teacher's shampoo
and soap.
She dries using
the teacher's towel.
She dresses
into her nightdress
and leaves the room.
Back in her dorm
she climbs into bed
and runs over the night
in her teenage head.
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