"Sometimes I fantasize about my 7th grade English teacher. He was one of the only teachers at my Middle School who actually got me. We used to have extensive conversations about literature, and he was impressed by my knowledge despite my age. I had the biggest crush on him when I was 13...even though he was engaged (he was young too, only 24). It always happens in my mind like this; We see each other out somewhere and for some reason he recognizes me (even though I look completely different then I did when I was 13) and we start talking and decide to go get coffee. He tells me that he married his fiance, but she left him for another man 6 months ago. We talk some more, one thing leads to another and he kisses me, but what should have been awkward turns into the most amazing makeout session I've ever had. We exchange numbers and agree to meet again the next day at the Embassy Suites. He texts me with the room number and a time. I tell my parents I'm sleeping over at a girlfriends house(I'm 18, so it's not illegal) and I show up at the room wearing nothing but knee high boots and my trench coat with naughty lingerie underneath. From there we have hours of the most amazing sex, he gives it to me over and over again all over the room; on the bed, in the shower, in the tub, on the floor, on the table, standing up, me on top, doggy style, every position we can imagine. Our neighbors are likely annoyed by how loud we are. The next morning he orders us room service, and we decide to turn it into an affair(until the divorce is finalized). I haven't gotten past that part, but I imagine it becoming more than physical eventually." I deserve more than a night of sex or an affair. I am not just a boy. I am a whole person. it hurts me that is all you want. I am not become anyone's love. Know that. If that is what you wish know what it would not happen.