This "book" started as really just a collection of some personal thoughts I have written up about a boy...or two, then even more...Until all of a sudden, I went from unraveling how I felt about guys, to uncovering how I feel about myself. What started as embarrassing and naive diary entries about boys, began increasing immensely in depth overtime. Feel free to join me through my journey of feelings, experiencing, traveling, overthinking, and so much more if you'd like.
I have been fortunate that my life has been full of so much joy, memories, love, etc. Even if this tends to focus on my darker thoughts/fears, the circumstances surrounding the pain tend to outshine it. However, you can't blame me for over-explaining the pain of life on paper, I am a Scorpio after all, and when we feel, we feel hard.
So, you have been warned. Anything I publish here will be pure, raw, honest emotion about whoever/whatever I may currently find myself feeling drawn to and/or going through. The person and/or experiences in question that I may be writing about it is subject to change, just as ones heart does. Furthermore, not like it matters, but for my own comfort or reassurance, all names mentioned are fake, most likely randomly chosen in the moment as I write. I hope someone somewhere might be able to relate to what I'm saying upon my reflections, and if you do, I'm sorry you too feel so intensely with no solution in sight. We'll both be happy someday.
Love,
Alexandra <3
8 chapitres En cours d'écriture Contenu pour adultes
8 chapitres
En cours d'écriture
Contenu pour adultes
When you are bartending, substituting for a friend and a frat boy slides you a fifty, hoping you'll spend a night with him.
Instead of going completely feral which would be the most expected outcome and understandably so.
You tell him your boyfriend just arrived.
So you saunter your butt in tight black jeans up to a tall dark and dangerous, asking him to be your pretend boyfriend.
The inked grump stares down at you but acts like he hasn't heard your request so mortified beyond belief, you are about to slink back to the bar.
That's when he moves.
He grasps you by the belt loop of the jeans and tugs you close and goes ahead to then then kiss the breath out of you.
You are so consumed by this stranger that when you hear his companion chuckle, you pull away, embarrassment coating your cheeks red.
The man let's you go and says, "he's gone."
You head back to the bar and a regular, aka your bestfriend stops you and asks, "Do you have any idea who you just kissed? "
*****
And that ladies and gentlemen is how I met HIM, My saviour.
MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING⚠️
Violence
Sexual Abuse
Most of my chapters contain triggering content. Don't read if you are faint of heart.