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Not a good girl

Erotic flash fiction in exactly 100 words

She’d always been a good girl, paying attention in class, and doing her homework, never drawing attention to herself.

Until she did.

All because of him — the new boy.

Boy.

No.

He was a young man; she a young woman, who lusted after him. That was why she did it — slipped her hand into her panties at the back of the class. Touched herself, thinking of him.

The teacher caught her; called her name. Her eyes flew open; her hand back to her pen. He punished her. Hundred humiliating lines: I am not allowed to touch my pussy in class.

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