I stare at the photo of you in our school yearbook. In your tight fitting wrestling outfit. The pages almost sticking together considering how many times I’ve jizzed on your image. I lay in bed completley naked wacking off after school every day. Dreaming of being with you. Tasting your manhood and feeling it slide inside of me.

My grades have suffered since your arrival at our school this semester. I cannot think about reading writting and arthimatic when you are so near. Your hair so dark, your teeth so white. Your eyses so sparkling with mirth.

To say I am in love with you is an understatement. You’re all I think about, dream about. All I want. I’m making a mess of my life over you. And you don’t even know I exist.