At four thirty in the evening later that day, I was ruffling through my unfinished assignment and essays, It was not much work but my head was a mess conjuring up random images from my past that broke up my heart and scattered it in several different directions.
I shifted my ass uncomfortably in my wooden chair, I know what will heal me now. A generous round of masturbation and rubbing my clit with two or three fingers will relieve my distress.
I stood up, unzipped my cargo trousers and pulled it all the way down. I did the same with my faded yellow lace and net underwear. I stepped out of it and fling the two articles of clothing to the far end of the room.
I walked into the bathroom naked except for my shirt, I leaned into the wall standing, I hesitated for a moment before I plung two fingers into the moist, soft skin in between my leg, i close my eyes in anticipation of the intense pleasure, I pried my pussy lips open with my fingers and I digged my hole deeper with my two fingers.
I continued to prob and explore the sensitive parts of my body in anticipation of the growing pleasure and toe curling climax that usually followed, but my body seemed to have grown immune to my touch.
My fingers that once brought me pleasures, relief and put out my miseries; my body had suddenly developed immunity to its touch. I inhaled deeply in frustrations
" Maybe I am not doing something right". I thought.
Masturbation has become part and parcel of my life, since my last year in high school, the rhythmic activities of probing the centre of my womanhood with my hands and rubbing my breast and nipples rhythmically has brought me solace and comfort in the last few years, I have been dealing with academic failure, broken family, financial difficulty, heartbreak.
Whenever I am going through any traumatic episode, I just have to run as fast as possible to my dorm room, undress as quickly as possible and stroke my sensitive parts, parting the lips of my pussy, caressing all the surrounding areas, teasing the erect clit for a few seconds.
I don't touch my clit for long because I could not stand the pleasure it produces in my body
So I run my hands over my pussy until an overwhelming sweet sensation overtakes my body and knocks out the part of my brain that causes me to be miserable.
I dubbed this activity "the escape" because for some seconds escape to a different realms where there is endless pleasure and no pain.
" Is this the end, will I no longer visit the escape again?"
i thrust my fingers violently to my crevice, i even tugged at the tip of my clitoris trying to extract some pleasure, an action that normally gives me indescribable orgasm, but all to no avail, my body seemed numb to my touch.
Out of frustrations I turned on the shower faucet, I was hoping a cold shower would at least calm me down and make me feel better.
A tiny stream of water drizzled down for some second before trickling off.
" What the fuck." I swear angrily, there is no water a persistent problem in my dorm for the past three weeks.
I dashed out of the bathroom. I sat on my bed naked,bi was deep in thoughts
If the "escape" no longer worked for me, how will I survive and cope from now on.
I put on my clothes slowly lingering at each piece of clothing.
I went back to my book determined despite myself to finish up the assignment that is due in a few days.
After flipping through the pages of the book without seeing anything, I suddenly developed headache.
I closed the book and moved to my bed, deciding to rest for a few minutes. Suddenly my phone buzzed and a notification popped up
It reads " Hello pretty." It's from David, an architecture student that has been on pursuing me for a while.
David is a popular womanizer. He has been the subject of brawls between many female students. The closest I could relate to was the case of Naomi in my class.
Naomi has recently started going out with David, she even had sex with him on the first date.
One day David came to her room without prior notice to visit her. Naomi was not in her room but her desperate and always horny roommate Rachel was there.
When Naomi came back from afternoon lecture, she saw David bending her roommate over their bunk bed and Rachel moaning loudly in an annoying voice. A fight ensued and it was the talk of the school for weeks.
When David approached me, I was surprised, David has fucked all the hot, pretty girls in the school, that is his type, I don't know what he wants from me.
Nevertheless I turned him down, the day he approached me in front of the chemistry lab. Later that night David texted me, I didn't know how he got my number but I suspect it was from one of my classmates.
In the text he said,
" I have been watching for some time, I have been wanting to approach you but I am nervous, you are so much different from all these girls, don't listen to what they say about me, they are all wrong. please give me a chance to love you Abby, I promise you won't regret it", he ended the text with four big red love emojis and one kiss emoji.
While reading the text, I wondered whether is the same thing he told all these girls.
Ignored his text hoping he would give up.
But David didn't give up, instead he persisted. Being consistent with his good morning and good night message for the last two weeks to which I never replied to.