Love s MastersChapter 9 The Making of a Slut
Today the degradation of my self-control accelerated beyond the simple urges to touch myself and flashbacks of the sexual experience I had on Friday. Concentration was disrupted repeatedly by momentary glances at the boys in my classes, followed by staring, then progressed to daydreams about them. At lunchtime I managed to make it to a stall before taking off my undergarments and fighting the urge to touch my sexual organs. After lunch, I continued to have problems focusing my attention on...