Making the Grade
Add: 5 August 2015 / 15:12
I sat in wonderment at the embarrassing fix. I shook my head as hard as I could, trying to convince myself it wasn't true, that I didn't just do the single most embarrassing thing I've ever done. My cheeks burned with the blood from my blushing. My whole body was quivering with fear and anticipation. I just wanted a reply so I could explain myself. Then the realization kicked in, and I decided only time would fix this mistake. Still, I sent a naked full-body picture to my English professor.
It's not like it was on purpose. It was a mistake. A terrible, horrible mistake. I was trying to submit my poetry explication, and uploaded the wrong file--the one explicitly and exclusively for my boyfriend.
I guess it wouldn't have been so bad if the picture was innocent. But by no means was this the case. I was completely nude, laying down on the bed, on my side. My short red hair over my shoulders and left hand upon my D-cup breasts. My right hand was teasing my lower half. There was a bra and a thong thrown on the floor.