He let me lick him all over his face and he licked mine. He stroked my thighs all hard until i was turned on and then we made love on the floor.
Now it feels so long ago I have no happy memories to take away from it. When I remember it I think of a blank sheet which was my life. When people ask me questions about it I nervously laugh, I don’t know how I am supposed to respond. .In the future when people do I won’t have anything to contribute I will just have to not reply. It has creeped me out how easy and yet how hard it has been to get over this. I feel no guilt shame or remorse anymore which is a relief. I have tried my best to make amends and that is what helped obliterate those feelings. It is going to be great to get away from the bad memories that I have, but how I wish they had been good memories to retain, and not ones that I long to forget.
I woke up today gagging for it I had Dreams last night that I finally had a cock inside my vagina. I just want a guy to ravage me with their penis and come inside me. I had this crazy idea today that I would save £20 for a prostitute, at least I wouldn’t be a Virgin any more after the deed. Then I remembered that sex is between two people in a relationship and that I wouldn’t feel special afterwards. It all has to mean something. How I cannot wait for a guy to give me an orgasm. I just want to get a new experience. It’s like a permanent taste in my mouth, I always want it.
What am I even doing anymore? I sneak around like a lying little bore. Get your act together people want to see the real you don’t act as though they are beneath you. Your not trying hard enough to fit in and be a part of this life. You would be much happier if you just relaxed and lived your life. Your not doing yourself any favours sitting alone, integrate with the others be a part of this unit. You are upset because something awful happened but no one cares about that they just want to help you out. It is gonna be impossible to come back to this place because the relationships you should have formed have not even made. Dry your tears and get a grip because they want to know you exist. Distancing yourself is making you unhappy so be in the group and be flipping happy.
Why have I acted this way I did nothing but lead you astray. I always get the blame but it’s not all my fault. I tried to stay away from you make this situation easier for you all. What more can a poor lonely girl do? I wish I could have done what would have been best for everyone. Had the strength to push it aside and move on. Don’t worry because I’m not the person I once was.
Benedict gripped my ass with his tender hands. He kissed me on the cheek and then he stroked my ear lobes. He touched my hair, then he slipped his hand down my pants and stroked my clitoris until I became wet. He made it throb until I couldn’t take no more.
Originally posted on Writings on Writing:
I have been describing myself as a writer ever since I started getting really lucky and fluid with the work on my MS. Something clicked for me when I joined the writing group that helped me put into perspective how to tell the story I wanted to tell, and from that point on writing became so much easier for me. As a result, I do not only have my MS to tout, but a few other short pieces and some poetry too.
At some point, after I’d finished my MS’s first draft, but before I decided to revise, I began looking at some of my short works, and trying to submit them to magazines and contests for publication. Members of my writing group had been published this way, and I thought, “Why wait for a novel to get published when I’ve got some perfectly good work sitting on my hard…
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