Beauty and drugs|| 15+ NSFW

Virgin or not

It was six Am and Waking up can be really hard sometimes, especially if your dreams are better than reality. I don't really know what the saddest part of it is though, the fact that eventually, even the memory of your dream will fade or the fact that you're left with this lonely feeling of detachment, left to explore in the empty void of emotions, the only proof that you ever had of the dream to begin with. I left my bed early in the morning and slowly walked towards the bathroom, taking off my black shirt and my white bra. I pulled the white curtains on the shower back, and turned on the hot water. Still thinking about the silly dream I had, I pulled down my skirt and black lace thong, down to the floor as I stepped out of them both. I got in the shower and closed my eyes as I felt the water run across my face, down my neck and further down to my nipples, onto my stomach and down my untouched thighs. My sad yet so meaningful thoughts will not dislodge themselves. They will drive me insane. Yet I keep them deep inside, close to my heart they abide. I want to get rid of these terrible thoughts but I also want to keep them tucked deep inside because they are now a part of me and they created the person I am today. They confuse and anger me, yet they are my abdnitory. They are my worst enemies, yet my closest friends. I kept wondering how it would feel like to finally lose my virginity. All my friends had already lost theirs but I was obviously that "Lonely friend", you know,
"That person".
I would spend my Friday nights masturbating to porn that didn't even make sense as I was playing loud music in the background to kinda make it less obvious to what I was doing. All my friends would post sexy selfies on Snapchat and brag about how many dicks they had been riding that night and I would just blankly Stare at the photos, wondering how many of my friend caught a STD on their way to the club. It was finally seven Am so I got out of the shower, grabbed my robe and put it on. I looked at the clock and I only had one hour to get to the group therapy,
"Fucking hell!".
Naughty thoughts was going through my head as I was putting on a vanilla scented body lotion and my favorite perfume from Victoria secret. I quickly dried my hair, put on a black bra and new pair of black lace thong. My brain kinda made the decision to wear a short tight black pencil skirt to show off my beautiful curves and I matched it with a white almost see through blouse to look slutty but classy at the same time, I'm basically like one of those,
"Buy one, get one for free" sales, how amazing. I did my makeup and put on my thigh high boots as the time was ticking. I grabbed my key and purse and left for the therapy.
The teenagers was gathered in a circle and they were all staring at me as I entered the room, well everyone beside Isaac. The therapist greeted me and I sat down. To my left was a girl who was or well is most likely still addicted to sex, enough to actually kill someone to get it and to my right was a boy who had anger issues. I could almost feel Isaac's eyes all over me, like he was undressing me with his eyes but then again, I'm probably making it up in my head to come up with an excuse to try to hook up with him. His jaw line was really sharp and I was so lost in his mysterious brown eyes, I wonder if he has any kinks? I would love to see him in my bedroom. My thoughts started getting out of hand, Isaac is there to get help, not to hook up with a crazy young Virgin girl. I kept reminding myself why I was here, I was here to get help but then again, I can't really control my feelings for him. I remember the first time I saw him, it was one year ago. He truly looked like an actual angel, he was smelling like an angel too, it was such a sexy scent.

//HAND ME THE HOLY WATER- I'm so excited to publish part 2 ;)//