**Hailstorms, bathroom fantasies and critical theory**
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🕑 Added 2023-05-11 22:48:40 +0000 UTC
**Hailstorms, bathroom fantasies and critical theory**
its 11:39pm, and i'm knee deep reading critical theory. I try and stop myself from letting my wind wander, and sit on my hands as to not to distract myself from giving myself one more orgasm today. I spent a lot of the time in the library because I know I can't touch myself, without being morally reprehended. Sometimes the idea of running to the bathroom, putting my airpods in, and watching my favourite porn runs through my head. I would even time it, so that when the hand dryer is on, I'd turn on my suction vibrator. Leg up, converses on, and my skirt hiked up, pressing the vibrator so hard it into my clit, for a sweet release. My eyes would roll back, praying no-one heard me when the hand-dryer eventually stops. i think about the men I'm sat next too in the library, whether they'd know that I'd cum, whether they could smell my orgasm dazed bliss, like animals do.
Alas, I got caught in the rain today, and spent half an hour crying in the hail storm, because my shoes were soaked, and i couldn't feel my feet anymore. My friend mentioned trench-foot, so I dashed home to continue chopping down at my long list of readings i have to do before my Exam. An Exam. Now that is something I haven't sat or done in a long time. Covid Generation. The idea of reading smut comes to mind. Again. It is always so tempting for me. I feel as though I'm in the constant brink of temptation. That sweet in-between spot. Like the feeling you have when you are at a party, talking to someone you are so sexually attracted too, like every part of your body is just screaming to be bred/or breed said person. That 'will you or will you not' moment. I know I have to close this tab. Just clicck the little X, and shut off all sexual urges. Critical theory is calling, thoughts of me being stupid and not smart enough to understand anything flood in. Blah! I can do both, I can be a sexual deviant, who eye-fucks every guy who looks at her on the train escalator, and the girl who can think critically, and grapple with theories and academic debates. Yoda's voice looms ' Patience you must have, my padawan'. I'm reminded that It will take time for me to get good at these things. I mean I can always quit school, and come back to it.JUST KIDDING. I'm sticking it out, because theres nothing hotter than a cumslut who also aced university. Cumslut, ugh even the words send shudders down my spine, the good kind. If only I had someone who'd reward me with multiple orgams and a closet full of clothes, and a fridge full of chocolates, everytime i read a line. But I have the next best thing, a place to unleash all this pent up frustration, llike an eager hungry fucck bunny. Whose so so thirsty and horny all the time. I think back to the strangers on the train, how would they even know how much of a cumslut I am? Maybe if i spread my legs apart? Would they know That I love sex more than I love food, that i daydream about it, even when I'm mean to be studying. For now, my stack of papers are calling my name! So wish me luck,( ily so much if you have already and i think about it when i'm stressed) aaaand i'm sorry to be so slow on messages. It is a stressful time, and i'm bummed out I can't be a horny ccumslut right now, I just thought I'd keep it real with you. Instead of handing my OF to an agency.
