I find a nice peaceful place behind a tree on the huge ground on the college campus and sit beside it. I take out my diary and start to write about my day... believe it or not the first thing I think about is blondie.
You might think I am overreacting but for someone who has never felt this way, it's crazy. I don't even know what this this is that i'm feeling.
So i do what helps me calm myself. Write to nm.
Dear nm,
Today was crazy. I met this guy. He was gorgeous. I have never lied to you and I never will. But I don't believe in true love or love at first sight. Sure it's possible but not for me.
I think it's because of the fact that I haven't cum in a long time that is making me quiver at the thought of his voice. I have walked around wet
Suddenly I smell a beautiful smell. It smells of old books and sweat?! What the fuck, why am I finding the smell of sweat so... so... swoon-worthy.
Being sex deprived is definitely annoying.
My diary is snatched from my hand and I look up with a scowl. I don't think I could retain it though, the moment I looked into his eyes. Deep royal purple. Such a pretty shade. Almost lavender.
Blue eyes have become my second favourite
'What are you writing pretty girl?'
That's when my attention snaps to what he is holding... my book!!
Fuck!! ... I wrote all that
I go on my tiptoes to try and snatch my book from his hands but he just puts it way up.
Why the fuck do I find tall guys hot. They are a pain in the
'So my voice makes you quiver?'
No!
But he continues.
If there is one thing I learned from getting into trouble is the best way to get out of terrible situations. If you get caught red-handed act as if you weren't caught at all.
So I try to keep my face emotionless.
'And you walked around wet all for me?'
He then chuckles!
What the fuck?
I don't even know how he can read what I wrote. For two reasons. First, I make sure my handwriting is so terrible that people usually can't understand what's written even if they try to. Second, the book is in such an angle that it's absolutely unbelievable how he could read.
'I can help you if you haven't cum in a long time' he says so huskily that I almost moan.
Dont judge me. I know how cringy this sounds but the book is supposed to be where my darkest secrets are. Much much worse than this. Through years of practice I have managed to control my facial expressions most of the time. I keep my guard up all the time even though it looks like i don't.
'You idiot, I wasn't talking about you'
'Oh yeah?' he challenges putting his long slender fingers on my neck rubbing circles with his index
'Yeah ... I was talking about this other guy who is very very hot'
'And what's this guy's name?'
'Uh uh like I'
Oh Shit. his other hand goes to my thigh...not touching me
'You were saying something?'
Uh uh yes
He barely touches my lady part.
'I mean what I am saying is that I am not wet for you'
'That isn't what you were saying'
Yeah, what was I saying?
'The name of the guy you are wet for'
'Not you' I bite back a moan.
'So I should take my hand away?' he asked, acting innocent. He knew full well the effect he had on my body.
Slowly his other hand left my heat and started to make the same motion on my thigh as on my neck
I whined in response. I couldn't.
My gut and something else told me to tell him to stop. To leave this college and never come back. But my body had a mind of itself.
'There are people' I say or moan out as a weak excuse to convince me more than him to not to go through with it.
'Oh yeah, so you are obsessed with me, little one?'
Wait what did he just call me?
'What the fuck did you just call me?' i scream
This breaks my trance and I move the fuck away from him.
I wanted to slap him so hard but I didn't know whether I would be able to control myself if I touched his face.
'Dont. Ever. Touch. Me. Or. My. Diary. Again' I say. Stretching each word while I carry my bag and get out of my safe spot into the frenzy of people.
I can't believe I let that happen.