Prologue
Masturbation, I'd like to think of it as self worship or a system of release. I mean what is a better way to say "All Hail" than to present yourself with multiple pleasurous orgasms. Seems crazy i know but, i have been doing this for a long time now. I figured, you cant fuck and leave yourself, but if you could that would be totally fucking amazing right? Excuse my immature thoughts but i have grown to appreciate them. I have grown to appreciate myself, i mean whose to say that i need a man, or woman to feel good? I have always thought that a one man band was the best idea ever invented. Until i turned 18. Yes! the big one-eight, January 31st was the day I, Noel Brandon started my journey to sexual adventures. I know youre thinking 18 isnt really an age for "finding myself", let alone documenting it. But i can gurantee its worth me telling.
Chapter 1
Today is the day i become who i have always wanted to be, young, beautiful, sophisticated. I wish someone would try to tell me anything different. I should be given all the glory because i have made it to 18, not much to show for it though. Two broken hearts, one mother that is ruining my life, two siblings behind her, and graduation is right around the corner. Not too much i can say about this coming of age story. Waking up to my mother yelling for some insubstancial reason. So much hate for me in this house it is ridiculous. I finally drag myself from under my blanket not realizing that hadn't had on any underwear. I totally forgot that i had a randevu with myself the night before, as a treat, my hands painfully ached though.
"Mother do we have any asprin, i have the worst headache."
"Yeah sure. Theyre in my purse, in the left pocket."
"Thanks." Happily , i exited her room. Once i returned to my bedroom, i searched for my cutest outfit to wear to school cause i was gonna have all eyes on me when i walked through those cafeteria doors that morning.
The first face i see when i enter the Carlton High School doors is my not so ex boyfriend Chris, he looks rather dashing as usual. Not sure if i should dazzle him with my pressence, seeing that he is my not so ex boyfriend, our break up is so unofficial. But, I decide to walk up to him anyway, his dreads falling half past his ears and that tall, slim build lowered me into him.
"Hey Chris."
"Hey Noe, Happy birthday, you look nice." he said so nonchalant.
"Thank you, how was your night?" He looked so good in his cashmier sweater. I just wanted to kiss his face off.
"Interesting i guess"
"Why interesting?" I laughed, him and i both know he owns no life. All he did last night was play video games and do chores as usual.
"I'd rather not get into it, but i have to go to the priciples office, he has some type of award for me, I'll talk to you later." And with a kiss on the forehead he was gone. Yes, thats him, the overachieving all american football player. Little gestures like forehead kisses make me believe he is still in love with me, I mean of course he is still in love with my 5 foot 4 curvacious build, creamy, milk chocolate skin, dark almond eyes, and long curly hair? But i find it so hard to believe, in fact it so hard that I'd rather come up with some sob story as to Why he is angry with me than actually tell the truth to everyone and say I got my heart broken for the second time in my life. So with that I go on with my day, only to experience some new and surprising things later on that night.
As I enter my house after school, I realize no one really cared that it was birthday. I should be used to it by now, no one notices me on regular days but still, today was like no other. I get a call on my cell from my friend Shanell, her and I met about a year ago and since then we have become inseparable.
