My name is Leslie Mcknight. I am a thirty-year-old Spanish teacher with long hair and brown eyes. I am currently in the classroom preparing for my next lesson, but something unexpected happened earlier today that has left me feeling shocked and confused.

A few hours ago, while I was teaching my English language class, one of my male students approached me after class ended. He seemed nervous and hesitant, but eventually he confessed to me that he had been having trouble with his Spanish studies and asked if I could help him outside of class.

I agreed to meet him in the school's library later that evening, but when we met up, he didn't seem interested in studying at all. Instead, he seemed more interested in getting to know me on a personal level. He told me about his interests and hobbies, and we began to talk for hours.

Eventually, the conversation turned to sex, and without thinking, I blurted out that I had always been curious about having sex with one of my students. To my surprise, he didn't seem shocked or disgusted by this revelation. Instead, he seemed intrigued and suggested we try it right then and there in the library.

I was hesitant at first, but something inside me told me to go for it. We moved to a nearby table, and without any further discussion, we began to have passionate sex right on the table. It was the most intense experience of my life, and I don't regret it one bit.

Now, here I am in the classroom trying to focus on my lesson plans while reliving that moment over and over again in my head. Although I know it was wrong, I can't help but feel excited by what happened between us. I only hope that this experience doesn't affect my teaching or my relationship with my other students.