Welcome back to my incredibly sad story about unrequited love. Today’s entry is very desperate and may contain language and themes unsuitable for children. Please read with caution.

WARNINGS!!

Semi-explicit sexual acts described from the mind of the author.

Just Once

Laughing like old friends, which I guess we are. It all started in 7th grade. Silence doesn’t have a sound. Ms. Bauman’s 5th period class. We were a couple of clowns, you and I . Always getting on her nerves.

We would sit in the back of the class and talk.  About everything, about nothing, it didn’t matter. I was just happy to be the center of your attention, at least for a couple of minutes every day.

You say girls get obsessed with you for 2 years and then hate your guts. Well, for me, it’s been 2 1/2/ And I still don’t hate you. But it’s not an obsession.

It’s a slow-burning need.

I might be a slut with an oral fixation and a need to always be filled, but you might be able to satiate me.

Just once. Please. Let me try it with you once. I can’t promise I won’t get addicted, but I can promise I’d enjoy it.

Just once.

Almost

Laying on my back, feeling the turf beneath me, eyes up to the sky. I imagined you slotting yourself between my legs to lean down to kiss me tenderly.

I imagined your lips sliding over mine. My legs, feet hooked at the base of your spine, pulling you down for friction against my core.

I could almost feel your ink-colored curls between my fingers, your muscles shifting in your shoulders as you hold yourself above me. The smile on your lips as I press against you, wanting, needing more. I could almost smell your shampoo, maybe a hint of cologne. I could almost hear your breath hitch as I rolled my hips up to meet yours.

You were almost, almost actually real.

And then I opened my eyes.

These two always make me sad to reread. I realize how desperate and pathetic I sound, don’t worry. I love how I’m publishing these on a site no one goes on, where no one cares about what I’m posting. It’s just me.
As always, take care of yourself and the ones you love. Drink some water, get something yummy to eat. Make sure to get enough sleep. I’ll see you (me) tomorrow.