Extra Credit - Brianna - Sex Stories

Extra Credit - Brianna

I flipped over another paper, another one with a subpar grade on it. I guess that makes sense, I am a very subpar person who has lead a subpar life, why should my students put out more effort than I do? Some people figure out what their talents are, and use them to supercede their limitations. But some times, I would rationalize to myself, you just have too many detractions. I stopped growing at 14, never breaching 5' 7", and the hair began to thin not long after I was in the dorms at college. I hadn't been fit, but i hadn't been fat either, just a bit . . subpar. No good muscle definition, no natural strength, no good tanning skin, and I had acne that never had stopped. Again, it wasn't highly prevalent, but I always seemed to have on pimple or blemish where you didn't want them. Everything had been like that. I wasn't terrible at sports, just subpar, and my dick wasn't tiny, just subpar. I believe I maxed out at just under 6 and a half inches, but it was kinda skinny, and the extra weight I had gained over the last 30 years had mercilessly taken an inch away from my length, though if I pressed my little groin ball of fat, the inch was still there. I could have been more I suppose but I am a bit of a pessimist. While I didn't have the worst luck, wasn't crippled or horridly ugly or riddled with cancer, nope, like my whole existence it was subpar. Little extra weight, little less hair, little worse skin, little worse athletic ability, a little worse everything, and I had let ...

... it steal my joy. I made it through college, and got a degree in education. I had a few subpar dates with subpar women. Women who didn't have looks or bodies that drew attention, so they focused on their minds. While I commend it, it's silly to believe you can get past it, but I tried. But relationships don't usually do well if you have no physical animal attraction, well for the guy at least, it won't stay a good relationship. But I tried, because I thought marriage, and a family could make my life above par. The one woman who had as few options as I, and therefore agreed after two years to marry, was Sandy. Sandy was smart and career focused but was as sexless as they come. Not getting off having sex with my wife I went to see hookers. I don't make much at my job, at least as far as recreational income is concerned but I needed some kind of actual feminine interaction. Therefore I invested in hookers, and they were the just a little subpar variety. Some had decent faces, or nice legs, but would lack in another area, like having a brutal c-section scar or tits completely held up by the push up bra fell to the floor without support. They put in subpar effort and gave subpar head and fucks. But at least my horniness went away a little. I wasn't particularly careful and got caught by a sting. Sandy wasn't all that happy in our passionless marriage and my admitting to frequenting hookers didn't sit well with her and just 3 years after we wed we were divorced. I didn't get fired ...