Reincarnate

inhale

i inhaled deep, long...longer, seemed like forever until i exhaled and a cloud of smoke escaped through my lips.  i couldn't believe it... i smoked for the first time, it felt amazing... i was relaxed instantly, it took over my body and allowing my soul to be free for a while. 

"just relax, okay? do not panic." i heard him say, "it gets a little wild. but dont worry, it will be okay."

i inhaled once more and exhaled in his face, "shut up, i know." i laughed even though it did make me worry slightly but no matter what, i enjoyed its affect it held on me.

I was there in a short costume at a party and I met this guy, he was everything I could of wanted. He had gotten me a little tipsy off of jack and coke. I chugged it down really fast. So after a while we were making out non stop. He asked me to go alone in his friends room but I declined the offer as I knew what would happen. 

So after a while, my ride had bailed on me so I had no way of getting home as I live a distance away.

So we ended up being cuddled on the couch spooning each other, and of course, I was the baby spoon.

I loved that, I could feel his heart beating through his clothes, my ass was still sore from when he slapped it by "accident." I was beginning to cum on myself each time we made out. I couldn't help it. He was such a great kisser. Sucking on my tongue and softly biting my lips. How could I not?

I of course, being as innocent as I was I have never touched a dick before. I've seen them not in person but still. I was innocent. I didn't do that stuff. 

I mean they're just dick's... what's so special about them? I don't know what it is but guys just like to showcase it around to anyone and everyone that has legs and is able to breathe.  it's been almost a year now, and we since have stopped talking after he was just using me for oral sex. 

thats the thing, guys always use me and it's an awful feeling. no one wants to be used...ever. 

i'm just a human as well, i deserve to be treated the same as everybody else.

I hated not being understood, i hate how no one ever has time for me or my issues thus leaving me to bottle them up in myself and become a mess.