Summer is blasting by faster than I can blink an eye and now school is starting again. That means more time I have to spend in class and less time at the beach. Oh well, there is always the weekends. This is after all, sunny Southern California.

I have a Professor this term that just makes it obvious he thinks I’m all that. He keeps trying to peek down my shirt and keeps dropping all sorts of little innuendos that he would like to hook up with me after I am done with his class. Please, as if you could afford me on a Teacher’s salary. Though I must say I find it hilarious to have older men drooling over me. It always makes me want to where a pair of those sweat shorts that have words written across the ass that says something like “You can’t touch this.� God what a tease I am! Haha I love it though.

I’m hoping that I can use his infatuation with me to get a good grade in his class without having to do much work. You know how guys are, you lead them on and play their strings and if they’ve even got the slightest notion that there is some miniscule chance that they might get to see you naked or actually find themselves between your legs, well you can get just about anything you want out of them. Money, presents, grades… the sky is the limit, at least in my little world of wrapping men around my finger.

Speaking of wrapping men around my finger, I had to laugh at a call I got the other day. Some fucking loser called me and started telling me how much he liked to spend money on girls and how he liked to spoil girls and how he wanted to take me shopping. So I suggested to him that he buy me a bottle of my favorite perfume and he hung up. What the hell is wrong with these guys? You’re a money pig? And you hang up when you get asked to buy a bottle of $100 perfume? Please! You’re no money pig and you’re not worth my time either. You don’t even deserve to sniff the crotch of my dirty panties or dirty nylons. You don’t even deserve to suck on the dirty soles of my pantyhose. Please! Get real! If you can’t buy a $100 bottle of perfume then you can’t afford my attention. It’s okay; really, move on, there are lots of other girls out there that won’t demand SOOOOOO much!

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