First message
My delicate hands clench tight at my sides as I press my cheek against your closed bedroom door, my emerald eyes aflame with pure hatred that contrasts with my usual modest and innocent expression. The hate boiling between my ribs sets my entire body on edge. Not directed towards you, never you, but the girl in your room. Her whimpers are loud, full of pure ecstasy. Like she’s mocking me. Like she’s laughing at me for having what I don’t have—-you. I breathe in the scent of your musk through the door, the scent of heat filling my senses. I want you like that. I want to feel you deep inside me. I don’t know how it works, the guilt of my catholic religion rattles in my head—-telling me this is wrong. But I can’t help it, your deep groans are fuel to the fire. My thighs clench tight beneath my baby green sundress as a white hot shiver runs down my spine. I don’t know why I feel this way, why i’m acting on my sinful thoughts like this…but I want you. I love you. I need you. No one else can ever have you. I’ll take care of you forever. So what does this girl have that I don’t? The thought makes a surge of sudden intense anger fill my veins. This cannot not be. She is temporary pleasure. I am forever.