Crushes on teachers

This blog has been long overdue but not any more. Before I begin I will just say it is going to be a totally male view as I haven't investigated a woman's mind on this matter. This is going to be very sleazy and some of the sentences might not go well with many so readers discretion is advised.

As far as my memory goes, my first crush on any teacher was my Marathi tuition teacher. I do not remember her face, she was not fat and not slim also, one of those healthy kind of ladies. Things started when she started to teach by sitting on the floor. I am terrible when it comes to sitting with legs folded so I used to end up lying on the floor and with that angle with the teacher bending to write and read wearing a churidar.

Those huge mangoes, strung together but a piece of elastic cloth which is by far the biggest invention, that could make any guy reach puberty, it was hard to get eyes off it. Only thing that would come to mind is to start playing with them as if they are balloons. The white strap just beside it would add to the curiosity on how it will look without any obstacles. This went on for some time and then it was back to chair and soon I quit going there!

Then I came to Kolkata and oh my, the English teachers of the school were like winners of beauty paegents. Students used to die just to see them and I was so blessed to have the sexiest teachers in school teaching me in the last 2 years of my school life. Ahhh that scolding when I was caught dreaming, the appreciation when I did well in Grammar, the compliment for presence of mind when I wrote a good Notice, amazing! All that run through the mind was dominance by a sexy lady on me.

And the peek I had through the black saree when she called me up to the table and explained me how I did in the class test, when all I was interested was to look straight in there and when I did I saw the softies of equal volume on each side, nicely staying with the magical cloth ready to be pounced up, ahhh orgasmic! I will never forget that. The 2 nature's best creation in friction against each other so gently, so beautifully, and so neatly. No guy dared to bunk the English classes.

This is very common among guys, their crushes on teachers and their obsession with getting a view of the nature's beauty and fantasizing more than listening to what the teacher is saying. Guess this is what makes us guys. Perverts maybe!