[forgetting I Am Mentally Ill] Why Do I Feel So Bad

Someone please do this to me

imagining camping, sharing a sleeping bag w u because you forgot yours n i wasnt gonna have u shivering with no warmth during the night

you clamber on in n it's real snug, as you'd expect. it's a sleeping bag.

but we get to talking n settling down, until eventually we find a mutual silence - before i drift off - leaving you awake n unable to move in fear of waking me

but maybe an hour - a few hours - maybe in the morning - i wake up because of your moving

i wake up, groggy and ready to drift back off, but horrified by the feeling of agitated moving behind me. shuffling, very rhythmically - with a grunt following, confirming my suspicions.

you were masturbating.

you were fucking wanking when we were sharing a sleeping bag, and i could feel your arm move with every thrust of your cock into your hands - your hips pushing your cock to fuck into your palm, making your bulbous head push into my bum with each stroke

i couldnt move. nor say a word. what would you do if you knew i were awake? i figured you'd get yourself off and go back to sleep.

never did i imagine that i'd feel you get to restless you'd plunge your hands beneath my pyjama bottoms to pull my panties n bottoms down - grabbing my pussy through my legs to pull me up to an angle so that you could slot your cock into my unexpecting pussy, planting your hands on my hips and thrusting into me

my mouth fell open - not facing you - so you couldn't see... but shocked by your confidence, assuming i was sleeping and confident enough to fuck me under those pretences

your cock lurched my insides with every thrust, pushing deep with your hands manoeuvring my whole body by the hips to fit yourself into me better

one hand leaves my hips - reached around to go beneath my shirt, grabbing a palmful of my boobs that hung to one side as i slept, your hand slapping he flesh before vicing painfully around it to use it as a grip to thrust your twitching cock into me

until you reached your climax - where i felt you pull out, much to my relief. maybe you'd go cum outside - on your roll mat instead of in my sleeping bag i'd graciously offered.

wrong.

i feel a sticky spurt across my flower, my pussy coated in thick substance as a groan behind me sounds.

and once my pussy was sufficiently coated in your seed and had your fingers play around with the unconscious lips, smearing your cum everywhere - i feel you pull my panties back up to my hips with my joggers, pressing the now cold fluid against my pussy and keeping it there. your sperm up against my pussy as if for safekeeping.

I want some random I guy I've sent my nudes to send me a screenshot showing him and his friends talking about how much they like jerking off to my nudes

whoops

Ugh, I just realised that I've never had someone in my life who liked me romantically and sexually.

Probably why I constantly crave and feel the urge to post nudes.

I'm over here, needing someone to fuck me so hard the neighbors think that I'm being tortured

But I only have a cucumber and a vibrator 😭

Ugh, but I should be studying

Nobody's giving me enough attention 😭

Should I post a pic of my tits?

Goals

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