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Mr. Wright's Internal Monologue (III)
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2025-05-06 10:00:04The lingerie.
Jesus fucking Christ, the lingerie.
My jaw clenches so hard it pops.
I didn’t buy it. Thank God I didn’t. But I thought about it. I touched it. That thin, delicate lace, black and wicked like sin itself. I imagined how it would look against her skin. I imagined it fitting her just right. Too right.
imagined her.
And something inside me whispered, “Yes. That. That belongs to her.”
Not to a lover.
Not to some teenage boy fumbling in the dark.
To me.
That thought… that claim… it was a quiet, savage little voice in my head. And it scared the living shit out of me.
I slam my palm against the wall, trying to knock it out of me. Trying to shake it off.
No.
No, no, no.
This is dangerous. This is sick. This is fucking wrong.
She’s a child. I’m her teacher. I’m the one meant to protect her, not fantasize about how her soaked dr
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