My English teacher has the biggest and most delicious breasts.

The Beauty of Her Breasts

Her breasts are large and round, filling the cups of her bras perfectly. They are always on display under her blouses, and at times, it's difficult not to stare. The way they move when she writes on the chalkboard is mesmerizing. They sway form side to side, and up and down, each movement drawing my eyes towards them.

The Temptation to Touch

Many times, I have been tempted to touch her breasts. They look so firm, but soft at the same time. They seem to call out to me, begging me to reach out and take hold of them. It's a constant struggle to resist the urge to give in to temptation in the middle of class.

The Distracting Presence

Her breasts are a constant distraction in class. Whenever she moves, my mind wanders away from the lesson at hand. I find myself daydreaming about what it would be like to touch them, and how soft they must feel. It's a challenge to focus on learning when my eyes and thoughts are constantly drawn towards her chest.

The Shameful Guilt

As much as I enjoy admiring my teacher's breasts, there is also a sense of guilt that comes with it. I feel ashamed that I am so easily distracted by her body, when I should be focusing on learning. It's difficult to reconcile the feelings of desire and guilt that come with lusting after someone in a position of authority.

The Unspoken Desire

At the end of the day, I know that my English teacher's breasts are off-limits. I will never act on the desire to touch them, and I will continue to feel guilty and distracted by their presence. But the desire will always be there, lurking beneath the surface, an unspoken secret that only I know about.