The Ultimate One Night Stand
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Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul. I'm Kylie Monique Lavigne. I'm just a woman who fell in love with a handsome boy named Ken. Because of love I choose to be happy, I choose my happiness over my life and in return happiness falls out even the love we had and replace it with sadness, anger, and guilt.
What will happened to my life after everyone knows that I'm not a virgin anymore and my virginity gone because of that stupid love I felt? Everything comes to ruin because of that bet in that one night stand. I wish I could turn back time and prevent everything to happen that night.
I'm not a virgin, but I gave it to the man I loved who fooled me around. I wish everything will be okay, not now, but in the next days of my life. I hope I can live a life when everyone teasing me that I'm a bitch, a slut and a whore. I hope my famous character will not be known as the girl who fuck on her own room.
Story Created: April 16, 2017
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