Steps on how to lose your V-card- There’s nothing wrong with me. I think I can have s.ex. I just happen to be a silly little self sabotage.
I’m laying on my belly, an unbelievable amount of f.orce pressing into my body and pinning me to the floor.
I try to squirm and turn, desperate to breathe but my air ways have been blocked. Worst is, the harder I try to move, the heavier the weight pinning me to the floor.
It seems to go on for hours until the weight above me is moving, writhing on top of me.
“Let me go,” I beg, silent tears running down my eyes.
“I can’t breathe, please,” I add, my voice breaking.
When the weight doesn’t listen but goes farther to wrap my hair around a fist and ruthlessly yank, I cry out.
My ribs dig into the cold tile floor and a loud cry of pain leaves my
