I close my eyes as I grant the cherry at the end of my joint its vitality, letting the smoke billow around my head while the comforting scent of nature's medicine caresses my nostrils. Sitting cross-legged on my bed and topless, I lean forward slightly and rest one arm on my lap, the elbow of the other rested on my stocking covered knee as I pull the joint away from my shapely lips. Slowly, I exhale, the feeling of complete inner peace washing over me like a heavy tide, my neurotransmitters beginning their unceasing war. I feel my long, brown locks start to tickle my back, my external skin sensitivity heightening; an enjoyable side effect of my botanical remedy. As I take the last drag, I place my hands behind my head and under the curtain of my hispanic curls, moving them gently and letting them cascade over my right shoulder. Some may believe smoking isn't feminine of me, but I believe the opposite. THC deeply connects me to my femininity and sensuality, acting as a catalyst in stirring the Goddess that dwells within the depths of my belly, where desire starts to swirl thick and dark.
I lay back on my bed as I feel her eyes slowly start to open, the deity's curiosity is already starting to pique as I gently bite down on my lower lip. I run my fingers gently up my torso, sending delectable reverberations of pleasure to shake her prison, and slowly, she rises from her slumber, dragging the chains around her feet the front of her chamber. I feel the Goddess feebly grip her hands around the bars of her prison and smile wickedly as my hands reach the swell of my large, natural breasts, cupping and groping them. I softly moan as I pinch and roll my quarter sized, light brown nipples between the thumb and forefinger of both hands, and in response, they become engorged; a telltale indicator of arousal. My body's sweet nectar begins to moisten the cotton fabric of my panties, the material clinging to my labia. The Goddess reaches her hand out to me as I slowly spread my legs open, my right hand softly running down my torso and up my inner thigh, deliciously teasing me.
My legs start to quiver as I use my two middle fingers to rub my small, erect rose bud through my soaked panties and moan, shockwaves of pleasure giving Goddess a sudden jolt. In response, my deity picks up a rock and uses it to bang against the bars of her cage, creating a cacophony that is simply not to be ignored. She then grabs the padlock on the door of her cage, yanking the entire lock and pointing at the keyhole as my back arches, my hips beginning to buck up and down, my breath quickening, moans of euphoria escaping from my core. Orgasm looms beautifully on the horizon, lighting my body up with its warm rays of pleasure, starting to overload even nerve ending in my body, when suddenly, darkness snuffs it out of me in one swift jab that would rival Floyd Mayweather's.
"SELEEEENNNAAA!" a whiny, piercing, nasty little voice screeches from the kitchen.
Shhhhhhit.
I hurriedly put my robe on and, in a rage, whip my room door open.
"Kelly, for the love of all that is good in this world, will you SHUT THE FUCK UP!," I snarl belligerently at my roommate. "It is seven in the goddamn morning, what do you want?"
"We ran out of bagels," she says apologetically, sticking out her bottom lip in a pout. Kelly has short blond hair and grey eyes, her small breasts are less than a handful but still require a bra. She's absent minded and a weakling, but she is empathetic in nature; what she lacks in brains she compensates in heart. She bends over in the fridge to look for something to make for breakfast, wearing a see through tank top and white cotton boy shorts.
"And that's the reason you felt the need to hardboil my eardrums, for bagels? What if I was sleeping?"
"Selena, please. I can smell your weed from down the block, you frickin' pothead," she retorts, rolling her eyes for effect.
"It's your turn to get the bagels, anyways," I respond, crossing my arms like a defiant child.
"Yeah, but Jason is on shift this morning and he always gives you a discount. You know he wants a first class ticket to your bedroom," she says as she quickly whips two eggs into a frothy golden liquid. "Besides, you're 22, and it wouldn't be such a bad idea for you to finally swipe your V-card, Cici," she continues, side eying me as she raises a mischievous eyebrow and cracks a devilish smile. "I can hear your moans from down the block, too."
Wildfire spreads across my cheeks, and embarrassment weighs me down to the floor, rendering me powerless to move.
"Y-yeah, well," I stutter, "you know I hate when you call me Cici, Kelly, knock it off! I'll go get the stupid bagels," I acquiesce. I close the door so fast that I knock my jacket off of the hook on the back of it, and lean my forehead against the door, cheeks burning from the humiliation.
Fuck, I get drunk one time and spill the beans, now she's never going to let me live it down.
I place my hand over my stomach, where the Goddess weeps in her chamber in frustration; both from a denied orgasm and imprisonment.
"I'm sorry, Goddess, " I whisper to her. "I'll find someone with the key that fits your lock soon."
I quickly shower and throw on a white cotton push up bra that is perfectly tailored to my 44DD breasts, and slide on a white v-neck tank top that has a lace trim at the bottom. I slide on a pair of tight light blue skinny jeans that accentuate my curvy figure, jumping up and down to get them to slide over my thick latina ass. I let my long blow dried hair loose and throw on a bit of strawberry lip gloss and mascara, accessorizing with my rose gold butterfly pendant, and call it a day. I look in the mirror and analyze my figure, idly wondering if I'll look tired and used like everyone else once I lose my virginity.
"
But you want to be used like a two dollar whore, so what's the problem?"
asks the Goddess. "
Just open your legs for the next guy who stares at you for a second too long, you know you dream about letting every guy in the neighborhood try to impregnate you anyway,"
she sneers.
I place my hand over my stomach to shut her up, and walk out of my room and to the front door, when I catch Kelly's eye. I shove my house keys into my pocket.
"Don't you look like the sweet girl-next-door?" she teases jokingly. "You even dress like a virgin," she says.
"You're right, I should've worn a corset and a garter belt so your plan to prostitute me for discounted bagels goes a lot smoother," I retort, rolling my eyes. "I'll be back in fifteen."
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The bell that hangs off the entrance to Paulie's Bakery ricochets off the frame of the door as I swing it open, announcing my arrival to everyone that convenes inside. Eyes burn into me as my presence is acknowledged, and it feels like I have "VIRGIN" in flashing marquis lights mounted on my fucking forehead. I keep my eyes down and blush as I make my way to the counter, sensing my presence triggering every man's primal instinct to defile me in order to continue their bloodline. Anxiety stews in my stomach, mixed with another feeling I know all too well.
"Hello? What are you doing?"
Goddess scolds.
"You love this attention you disgusting little sham of a virgin, pretending you're so innocent when all you want is someone to grab you by the throat and fuck the purity out of you,"
