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FirecrackerS and FrogS... and What the FUCK Did YOU JusT Say... ðŪâ
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FirecrackerS and FrogS... and What the FUCK Did YOU JusT Say... ðŪâ For years, I've seen the end of MY summers marked with NOTHING worthy â except a cluster of ramped-up traffic. Decades, eons ago, I'd look forward to the start of school. You know, reuniting with friends and, of course, that cringe-worthy English assignment â 'What I Did On My Summer Vacation'. And so that's what I thought about, as I was stuck in wall-to-wall gridlock, on 'Highway 13' driving in from Laval. (*why would you live in Laval unless you couldn't afford to live in Montreal. Yeah, there's the wildlife. I'll have to elaborate at another time.*) Anyway... in grade two, our nubile teacher, Miss Drummond, was progressive and passionate , and she asked us to step outside the box. "Come on, class. I want to see creative stories and some 'new' vocabulary." We all looked at each other, rolled our eyes and groaned. But (*you know me*), I did my best to follow her guidelines and came up with this 'take'. I mean, it was a while ago, but this is pretty close to what I think I wrote On the first day of the vacation, mom gave my brother and me a brush-cut. My head felt so light and free. The next day, we all headed up north to my parent's cottage by the river. That's where we spent nine weeks doing things like swimming, chopping trees, and chasing frogs with firecrackers. We had a lot of fun. I also met a new friend who taught me how to swear. On the last day of my vacation, mom took us to fucking 'Walmart' to buy a pair of pants and shoes. And here I am, sitting in a classroom, writing about what I did all summer. Do you want details? Come see me, and I'll share more stuff with you. Sure enough, Miss Drummond called me over after class. I presumed it was to learn more about those frogs. Funny thing, Miss Drummond was MORE concerned with my vocabulary. My thoughts were; 'Well, why did you ask me to use NEW words if YOU don't like them?' I recall other summertime images seared into my head â years later. I remember languid evenings as my girlfriend, and I lay there. We were bathed in sweat while a warm breeze tickled our skin â and we watched, as the morning sun first kissed the night. There's some 'stuff' I'm skipping (*you can imagine*), but I wonder how Miss Drummond would have graded THAT fucking prose. I'm guessing she might have had a few of THOSE salacious recollections herself. A couple of years later, I paused and tried hard to imagine my Grade Two teacher, Miss Drummond, having sex. (*She was on maternity leave, or so they said*). But, how else would she have had her ? I'm stuck on the visual. I wonder if she liked doggy. ðĪ  ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O |
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Don't we ALL have a memory of those carefree days when we weren't burdened by a calendar... and a limit of two weeks? Oh, wait! ALL of us get a second chance; they call that retirement? ðĪ What's your summer tale? ðââ ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Can you see your teachers having sex? ðĪ Anyone with some good teacher sex tales? ðŪ ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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9/16/2021 7:16 pm |
"Roll out those crazy , lazy days of summer, those days of Soda, Pretzels and Beer...." Summer of '66, just turned 18, returning from my Draft physical, classified as NEXT! A lady side swiped me on my motorcycle, messed up my ankle, cost me my summer job ! Working on motorcycles and racing! So....I went to work with a friend, his Grandfather paid us $25 dollars a week painting and repairing rental houses. $25 dollars was a lot of money in 66! My Dad had developed a skin allergy and had to work nights as a guard at Lone Star Brewery, San Antonio TX. This allowed us to use the visitor center, a bar, we got free Root Beer, brewed on site, best I ever had, and sometimes free hot dogs, it also included an Olympic size pool!!!!!!!!! We started painting at 7:00am, quit at around 1:00pm, get out of those hot Texas summer afternoons! Run home, quick shower, pick up our friends and hit the pool........ My girlfriend, eventfully my wife, discovered how much fun it was playing "grab ass" in the pool, She would go underwater come up in front of me flashing her tits, we constantly had our hand in eachothers suits. One day she got real brave, or horny, I was leaning against the wall, she swam up, put my hand inside her bikini bottom and masturbated on my fingers! A Life Guard came over and warned us to calm down, I had seen him watching us, but I think he waited until she finished....
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9/16/2021 7:58 pm |
I can't, my teachers was OLD, I had a few I bet was 100 back then! Then the younger teachers, they was a BITCH!
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Loved the story but was hoping to see the haircuts too. Scared for life with your teacher being on maternity leave. *Creative Outlets of All Forms thru Me*
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9/17/2021 3:00 am |
When I was running with that swingers group 10 yrs ago, most of the women were teachers or medical field. Of course she liked doggy, who doesn't like doggy?
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At school imagining teachers having sex was one of my favourite classroom daydreams!
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ð I married a teacher. Will never forget my 9th grade English teacher. She was a hot redhead. She got me onto a beach boys concert where her and a group were selling water melon slices. So she was in a bikini all day with a sign saying â want a slice ð?â I always wonderâĶ. Have a great day! ð Staci
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Sex in a car as pictured makes me think of "honk... honk... honk... honk... honk..honk.honk. honk. honkhonkhonk hoooooooonnnnnnnnnk"
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.....WELL what do you think Paul...............did I have sex ever???? Since I was a teacher for 30 years.........until I retired As for summers growing up my brothers and myself went to summer camp every full summer of my childhood.my Mom was the cook in boys camp. silky... 
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As for summers camp. from june to august every year from about a toddler till I was 14.yrs old. silky...
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Oh yes teachers have sex in cars, LOL.
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9/18/2021 1:49 am |
"Roll out those crazy , lazy days of summer, those days of Soda, Pretzels and Beer...." Summer of '66, just turned 18, returning from my Draft physical, classified as NEXT! A lady side swiped me on my motorcycle, messed up my ankle, cost me my summer job ! Working on motorcycles and racing! So....I went to work with a friend, his Grandfather paid us $25 dollars a week painting and repairing rental houses. $25 dollars was a lot of money in 66! My Dad had developed a skin allergy and had to work nights as a guard at Lone Star Brewery, San Antonio TX. This allowed us to use the visitor center, a bar, we got free Root Beer, brewed on site, best I ever had, and sometimes free hot dogs, it also included an Olympic size pool!!!!!!!!! We started painting at 7:00am, quit at around 1:00pm, get out of those hot Texas summer afternoons! Run home, quick shower, pick up our friends and hit the pool........ My girlfriend, eventfully my wife, discovered how much fun it was playing "grab ass" in the pool, She would go underwater come up in front of me flashing her tits, we constantly had our hand in eachothers suits. One day she got real brave, or horny, I was leaning against the wall, she swam up, put my hand inside her bikini bottom and masturbated on my fingers! A Life Guard came over and warned us to calm down, I had seen him watching us, but I think he waited until she finished.... The legal fees will be the same but in 3 to 5 your done with the bit*h, Should have taken door #2, my soon even calls her his "EX" mother! LMAOF!
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I never had sexual thoughts about any of my teachers. I thought some had better teaching skills than others. Summers meant baseballâĶmy Dad coached and my brothers played. The big deal was to qualify for the annual CNE tournament. Summers also meant us all âĶDad, Mom, us kids, the dog and goldfish getting packed up and off to a cottage for 2-3 weeks. The best was when my Dadâs lifelong dream to own his own happened after we were all adults and out on our own. Great memories were created for my kids ð.
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Never had so thoughts . Spent my Summers growing up at the Beah and that is why today I am not crazy about the Beach. The Light is shinning and she is lonely and waiting in the darkness. 
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We had an assignment one year to write about Thanksgiving from a turkey's perspective. I wrote from the perspective of a wiseass turkey bored with the woods filled with people in bright orange clothing making awful turkey call noises that sounded like a turkey strangling on a hickory nut. My teacher laughed so hard in study hall while she read it that she read it to the study hall class. I was infamous and in her good graces for a little while. Until I wrote an essay about sexual longing for an English teacher. I never could stand prosperity evidently. She never commented on the essay but distanced herself from me pretty effectively afterwards.
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Actually..... at the time I was hoping to give her much more.... even though I also thought it was an unrealistic hope. Now.... it seems such hopes are rewarded at times. Maybe they were then and I just didn't know it at the time. In any case, I think I probably succeeded only in putting her in in an embarrassing situation and I regret that part.
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Good question. They certainly weren't around where I went to school but then again.... there weren't a lot of girls my own age anxious to teach me such things... smile... Fortunately, after a disastrous first marriage wherein I was totally mismatched sexually, I met a much older woman who was interested in doing just that. She was just what I needed, just when I needed it most.
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I would say it is even more complicated. Someone who fits us perfectly now may not fit at all in the future. People evolve constantly; at least I know I do. Communication is always key but it is possible that good communication will simply inform us more accurately as to when we have evolved in different directions. The older woman I referred to was also wiser. She told me right up front that she would never marry me or fall in love with me because long term we would not be a good fit. We did fall in love but she stuck to the first part of her promise. We were together off and on for some 8 years. We had a couple of reunions after that between relationships. Eventually, she found someone suitable to marry and is happily married now. Interestingly, knowing the relationship was largely based on sex kept that part great the whole time. We were closely matched in our attitudes and appetites about sex as well. Even though we cared about each other on a personal level that was always the core of our relationship.
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Summers for me meant extended periods of rustic camping in the Upper Peninsula. Allergies, bugs, endless campfires, and Coleman lanterns.... To this day, the smell of kerosene makes me think of childhood. And how much I hate camping. LOL
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10/14/2021 5:52 pm |
Summer of '76 we traveled from Houston up to New Hampshire for the Bicentennial. Eight of us in a van with a Coleman Pop-up camper. Hit Lincoln's Birthplace, Gettysburg, DC & the Statue of Liberty staying at KOA's on the way. I'll never forget one, meeting a girl (I was 16) and 30 minutes later engaged in heavy petting while pretending to swim. An hour later one of us was called to come eat and never saw each other again. Catholic school when I was young, Nuns nubile? Who the hell could tell? "Where words fail, music speaks." Hans Christian Anderson
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