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I have always been misunderstood, and because of this I was always lonely. My boyfriend always wondered how he got so lucky, that I was beautiful and smart- the perfect woman. The truth to it all was that I wasn’t happy; nothing could satisfy what I wanted. Things were too easy, too boring, too cold, too indirect, too dramatic or too cliché. I applied for college and was accepted in fall, it was too easy. I was a straight A student, I could do whatever I wanted.Things moved slower in the winter, I always believed this; the coldness had the potential to eat me alive. I walked slowly to my dorm one Friday night, listening to the happy chirps of other friends going to a club, a date or dinner. I slipped my books into my bags, and shivered in the cold- I needed to study. As I walked the tedious walk up the flight of stairs I noticed a light underneath the door of bahis siteleri my room. I was instantly puzzled, I lived by myself in the dorm- no one else wanted to be with me. I heard people talk about me, “check out her ass! Too bad she’s a quiet freak!” they’d laugh.I turned the key slowly and cautiously in the slot.As the door creaked open, light fled the darkness of the corridor. Standing near the empty second bed was a girl, so interested in her hair and the mirror.She almost didn’t notice me, but she did.She turned slowly, a bobby pin still in her mouth, as she scrunched her auburn brown hair into a plait, “Hey! Sorry, um, I’m Maurey.”She stopped to pick up a dress from the floor and started to put it on, “I’m late for my date but I’m your new roommate, and aw fuck, I’m so late.”As the strange girl fussed over herself, I walked to my side of the room canlı bahis siteleri and emptied my books on the table, I felt so awkward, “I’m Grecia” I smiled- my part was done.The girl stopped to put on her shoes, and she looked amazing. Her legs were so delectable, I felt myself gazing higher at her skirt hem, but stopped myself. My nipples were beginning to feel erect, and I was instantly embarrassed.“My real name is Maurice,” she said to me “But that’s so ugly!” I laughed at that, “No, it’s lovely.”“I love your hair colour; I’ve been dying to go blonde!” She stopped what she was doing and took a good look at me, “you’re really pretty you know that? You should come for drinks with me and the boys! They’d be happy I brought you!”My heart skipped a beat, I’ve been dying to meet new people, but for some reason this seemed so awkward. “Aw, Nah. You go canlı bahis ahead, maybe next time” I smiled awkwardly as she left the room with a smile.As I went to shut the door, I began to puzzle myself. Why was my clit throbbing? I haven’t felt this way since I discovered porn when I was 15. As inappropriate as it was, it was so exhilarating.I ran to the window and closed it tightly, and as I was locking the door, I flicked the light off. I undressed myself slowly, turning myself on just as slow. I stroked my nipples, they were pulsing at me, begging for me to start rubbing my cunt-but I couldn’t- I never felt like this. I wanted to savour this moment of horniness. My nipples need to be touched not by me, but I was so lonely, I walk toward the mirror and pressed the hard nipples against the cool surface of the dark mirror. It instantly electrified me, but I couldn’t take anymore teasing. I jumped into my covers and begin rubbing at my vagina, with such a force my upper arms began to ache. I began to feel the warm, thick juices running down my butthole, and that I know is my favourite part.
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