LIFE UNSCRIPTED

FANTASY by BridgetWords

Chaptet 3

Life continued, with me avoiding

dating and friends but finding

pleasure in sleeping around. I was not

protecting myself and not even on any

birth control, not that it was necessary

because my womb has issues; all that

mattered was to have a male figure

around whenever I felt like I was

down.I became addicted, addicted to a

point where I would be absent from

school for s*x appointments. I start

developing this desire to have s*x with

multiple people until I pass out.

As the months went by, I started to

notice changes in myself. I was more

anxious, more stressed, and more

withdrawn. I lost touch with my old

friends, the ones who had known me

since childhood. They tried to reach

out, but I brushed them off, I was

thinking I had found a new, cooler

crowd.

But the truth was, I was miserable. I

was trapped in a cycle of self-

destructive behavior, and I didn't

know how to escape. I felt like I was

losing myself, like I was disappearing

into the crowd. And the worst part

was, I didn't know how to stop. I felt

like it just unusual thing, I am not used

to life like that.

It was years later, repeating grade 11

at the age of 17, when I came across an

app where you meet couples and have s*x with them. I signed in and met two

single men and thought of two guys made me think about what I will feel when they're having their way with my body.

Saturday night at the Private s*x Club

in the beginning of December. We had

sex almost the whole night; my body

was in pain, drained, and bruised, but

I felt a lot of pleasure. It was not easy

to hide my bruised body from my

family, but I managed.

In everything that I was doing in my

teen stages, I can proudly say I was not

a smoker or a drinker. I did not

understand what people meant when

they said alcohol and smoking are

therapeutic and enjoyable, but I didn't

want to try them. My therapy, fun, and

pleasure are through s*x. I am pretty

sure someone out there doesn't

understand that, as much as I don't

understand how they enjoy alcohol.

After all, it is all about what makes you

feel good.

It's in the middle of December, and

streets are full of people going out with

their friends and families. My mom

gave me a few bucks for me to enjoy

my December with my agemates. Yes,

that's what she said, and little did she

know that I don't have any agemates in

my life. In fact, besides my family and

guys I sleep with, I have no one. I was

sitting outside watching people going

up and down with alcohol and this

hubbly thing they smoke, and I still say

I don't want to try them out.

While I was still looking at people on

the street, I suddenly remembered the

pure little girl who would dance in

front of a mirror in her free time. I

went to the mirror and saw that 12-

year-old girl dancing; that's where I

began to dance, something I never did

in the past few years. While dancing, I

remembered how I let people's words

change me, how the change led me to

wrong friends, how I adapted to the

life that brought me a boyfriend who I

thought was my soulmate, and how

the love I had for him made me allow him to deflower me. The virginity that I

once vowed to myself that I would

break at the age of 21, dancing brought

back memories that are heartbreaking,

like how broken I was when he left me

for another girl and how I consumed unknown drugs that left me with a

damaged womb. How I fought the pain

by sleeping around, which somehow

brought me pleasure, the pleasure that

turned me into an addict. I am not

happy because I am living a life with

an unknown status. I am even scared

to test for deseases and infections, though I

have a feeling that I have infections. I

am not proud, but I can't get over my

sex addiction.

I danced for an hour, and to be

honest, I felt better. I felt like

something heavy had been removed

from my shoulders. The rest of my

December was boring because I

couldn't visit the private s*x club I

once visited with those two guys. They

did not allow me to even enter at the

gate because I am underage. I guess

that night the men pulled some tricks

or bribed the securities.

NEW YEAR. New grade, yes, I passed

grade 11, and matric was challenging. I

turned 18 in February, the right age to

enter strip & s*x clubs. It was clubs,

dance, and school that year, and I tried

dating this guy, but I was always

looking for red flags so that I could

leave early before things turned bad.

My boyfriend, Bethuel, started to see

that something was off about me. I

always expected him to cheat or ignore

me for weeks. I was really acting

strange. When he asked me what's

wrong, I remembered Owen, and right

there I knew I needed an escape from having flashbacks of how I was hurt and broken.

I would use Bethuel for s*x, and I

thought he wouldn't mind since I had

the mentality that boys only want sex

from girls, but he did mind. He told me

that my addiction will destroy me one

day, and he is willing to be there for

me if I try to fight it, but he won't settle

with a girl who sees him as her s*x toy.

I refused to fight it because that means

I would be fighting my escape plan, so he

left me.

As I embarked on this new chapter, I

realized that my past relationship with

Owen still lingered in my mind. I

couldn't help but wonder if my new

partner would be different, if he would

be the one to truly understand me. But

with every passing day, I found myself

comparing him to Owen, questioning

his intentions, and struggling to trust

him fully. I knew I had to confront my

emotional baggage head-on, to work

through the pain and the heartache.

Only then could I truly move forward

and build a relationship that was

authentic and meaningful.

A life after my high school journey.A

life without academics since I didn't

apply at any institution to further my

studies. I stayed home doing absolutely

nothing other than reading novels. It

wasn't good or bad to stay at home, but

it was tiring. I continued with my

addiction, which went overboard

when I came across b**m as I was

reading. I searched it, and I saw videos

that left me with a desire to try it out.

In five months of staying home, I was

already tired, so I decided to apply at a

college for a second semester, which

was a success because from July I was

attending at Central College in the East

and living at school residence. The

place happened to have a lot of

interesting clubs that I vowed to try

out before the year ends.

One night, I heard that they are taking

in newcomers to train them to be

strippers and how to take care of

clients in this club. I bought myself a

sexy outfit as I will be one of the

newcomers. I also went there with the

intention of finding out if b**m is

allowed in that club. Before I even

got to entrance of the club, I was

greeted by a tall, caramel-skinned, and

a bit buff man. He looked so sexy that I

even lost myself in his eyes.I was

brought back to life by his deep, sexy

voice when he said"You can stop

drooling now and greet me back"I felt

so embarrassed and shy, like those

girls I read about in novels.

I greeted him; he then introduced

himself as Leroy Garcia. As hot as he

was, he had an aura that commanded

respect, and he was so intimidating

that I felt a need to be submissive

when he told me we would sit in the

VIP section. I didn't protest; I just

nodded and followed him. I didn't

have the guts to tell him that I am here

to register as a future worker of the club.

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