Just got back from my first college party. Holy shit. Watched some couple disappear upstairs and my brain short-circuited. Spent the whole walk home imagining what if it was me being led away by someone I trusted completely. What if it was him, pinning me against a wall in some random bedroom, his hands under my skirt while he tells me exactly how he's going to ruin me for anyone else. How he'd make sure I couldn't walk straight for days after he pumped my pussy so full of his cum it'd be dripping out of me for hours. The fantasy is so vivid it's actually painful to be this fucking empty. Never thought I'd be the girl aching to get knocked up at a frat house, but here we are. My body is a traitor.