the fix

Can you feel me?
Feel me violate your most precious places deep down inside…
I know the dirty little secrets that you hide form him,
The ones that will bring you great shame and have you banished from your family.
That addiction that you thought that you could control, but only for a time.
You are ashamed aren’t you?
Ashamed that you are just like me.
That touch, the smell, the taste…
You know that you’re addicted to it.
It only took that one time.
Just one time.

I see the way you look at me in the hallways when you think I am not looking.
Am I everything that you want and more?
Everything that your boyfriend isn’t and more
My touch
My kiss
The way that I look at your body
And take control of you.
You never question my authority, only succumb to my will

I am what you want yet you are still afraid.
You know you bring a smile and a smirk to my face when you moan my name softy when I press my lips against yours.
Our bodies so close that I can feel the heat of your breath against my cheek.
Why do you tense yourself when I put my hand against your mound?
I haven’t done anything wrong or you would have told me so…
Wouldn’t you?
I am what you so desperately want but are afraid to grasp.
My kisses exude sex and my very presence makes you wet
So what are you waiting for?
An invitation to my office so I can pull down your pants,
Jack you up against the teacher’s table and push aside you panties as I plunge two of my fingers into you?
Making you feel good as we feverishly kiss and you literally ride my fingers, begging me to get you off?
He doesn’t exist in this moment.
There is only you and me
Until you arch your back and spill yourself upon my hand.
Ragged breath and coming down from that orgasmic high you realise what you have done and the shame returns.
What have you just done?
You curse yourself for having a moment of weakness.
As you shift your panties back into place your fingers brush against you still tingling clit you feel the mental pressure creeping up.
As you pull up you pants and fix your shirt you look across at me.
I smile
And mouth to you
‘You are just like me.’
I see the tears welling up in your eyes as you grab you bag and you run out of the class room.
You are just like me and it won’t be long before you need me to supply you with a fit.
Till then, I’ll simply be waiting on your call because you always do.