Teacher Ava

Teacher Ava
Teacher Ava
Teacher Ava
Teacher Ava
  

My Bio: 


     Hello students! My name is Mrs. Ava, and I am one of Madison's most kept dirty secrets. I can also be your little secret. *Blink* I work in the teaching industry...Sex education is my favorite subject. My class is very practical and I look forward to your full attention... Good students will be rewarded *blink* When you share your fantasies, I have no taboos. Not only can I keep secrets, but I am willing to talk about anything! I always keep an open mind during sex, let alone my legs... wide *blink*. I am 51% honey, 49% bitch... so don't push it! I hope to receive your call soon. After all, you don’t want to be late for class, do you? Being late is intolerable. He will give you a one-way ticket directly to the principal's office. I hope you don't plan to sit down right away! If you know what suits you best, please be on time. Call me, don't make me wait.

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  • Strict Lectures

  • Sex Education

  • ABDL Punishment

  • Bare Butt Spankings

 
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May 14, 2010

Bed in Summer

In Winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle light. In Summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people’s feet Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day? Robert Louis Stevenson Minnie
April 16, 2010

Empty Carriage

They walk down the street- faces reflecting a calmness so unfamiliar to me. Little eyes looking up at them; unknowingly relying upon their presence. We share the same planet, yet I feel upon another. To know the warmth of a soft breath upon my neck and the soundness of sleep upon my breast is no more than a mystery. Time does not cure all wounds of the heart when the soul remains unfulfilled. My eyes turn to the sky and I wonder why I am on a path that no longer fits my feet? Like a flower awaiting spring so it can burst forth with all its splendor, color and life so lies my love- dormant within the depths of my heart yearning to burst forth and be poured upon another. I push my carriage on the sidewalks of life and peer into it; hoping to see love gazing up into my eyes; unconditional, pure, beautiful and magical- only to find the carriage empty. © Ellen M. DuBois Minnie