I've really wanted it lately. Bad. This has never happened before. I've usually been a really chaste person. I wouldn't even talk about sex. But the other day...wow.
So...the other day I had a real bad incident. I'm so dissapointed in myself. No, I didn't have sex. Well...I had cybersex. If Ian had never read smut before, he sure did in his texts. Wow, I'm not going to post it, because it'd be quite explicit. A few hours before we were dirty texting (rather, I was dirty texting), I kept "accidentally" dropping the cell phone in my lap, simply because it felt good. He told me I need to learn to masturbate. Ha. So much for Catholicism. I will not masturbate, no siree.
And I thought that it was just a one-day thing. I thought I was just lustful that one night, it'd go away. No big deal. But no! The next day, all I could think about was how much I wanted him. I wanted to share my love in ALL ways possible...and I just feel so guilty. And...today. I almost asked him for sex, because I knew he'd say yes. I now realize why lust is a deadly sin. It's really ruined my innocence.
I really need more self-control. =(
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Bow-chicka...
...err.
(shrug) It's the time of your life where experimentation runs wild. You take what you find and pair it with what you've been brought up to think and feel, and they combine to to make a part of your personality.
So. A belated welcome to being a teenager. (chuckles)
As a side note, it's really interesting to see how the religion you were raised as has a complete hold over what you think, feel, and do. Good ol' Catholic guilt...
So, like I said... bom-chicka bow-wow.
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