Thread: Cola's Candy Den: Journal | Samples

RE Cola's Candy Den Journal Samples What the hell am I doing? Sweat slid down the nape of her neck and her lips suffered far too much abuse from the gnawing as she sat in the parking lot of Cloud 9. The feeling of being followed still hadnt left but she knew it was her own paranoia. If she had her way she wouldve done this online but her parents weren't opposed to opening her mail. Following the laws of man never trumped following the laws of God and for her mother that included protecting her from possible dangers. Hell, she didnt even have a credit card that they didnt look at. She was nineteen and it felt like she was ninebut she didnt want to think about them right now. It didnt sit well with her already raging heart. Taking a deep breath she looked in her rearview mirror to make sure no one was in the lot before getting out and closing the door. The walk felt incredibly slow to the door, which would make sense since she was walking like a granny with a broken hip. You see Danielle was visiting what they call a sex shop. Why? Because her teenage hormones finally won out. Despite her parents eventually running him away, Nellie managed to lose her virginity to a guy that was actually pretty good. While she didnt really go through the 'I love men' phase she was curious as to what sex felt like. She couldnt say she didnt enjoy the experience and after not seeing him for five monthswell she was a little frustrated and her hands just werent doing the trick. She also figured she wouldnt have to worry her parents if they didnt see her with guys. Despite her being at the front door of the shop, she really did want her parents to think the best her. She wanted to be a good kid, she just wished theyd be a little more understanding. Growing up in this generation and trying to follow the path of God wasnt easy. Coming to school in prairie dresses didnt get you friends. It was only her fathers slight understanding and a family meeting with the local priest that made it possible to switch into jeans her freshman year of high school. Now she was in college and while it gave her a little distance they still came to visit her twice a week and all of it just made her want a little satisfaction even if she felt guilty about it later. She wiped her hands on her blue jeans and ran a hand through her short black hair before opening the door, wincing a bit at the jingle it caused. Sorry God but look on the bright side, it helps me keep my goods to myself no? And why give me these hormones if I you didn't want me to act on them? Whoever was working the shop mustve been in the back because no one was there to assist her which was probably from the best. There were a few customers there though, one of which thought sizing her up with bloodshot eyes and a slight smile. The store was situated with rows which was nice, there were less people to see what you where doing. Picking the middle isle with the purple lighting she felt her face shifting from various states of surprise, confusion and disgust as she looked at all the toys and devices. She didnt know what she was supposed to choose from and if her vagina would even accommodate half the things there, not to mention everything was neon. She couldnt take a neon penis with pinballs inside them seriously. How was this supposed to make a girl orgasm? If she felt inexperienced before, she was definitely a noobie now. Maybe this was Gods way of scaring her away because she truly was freaked out. It was color overload. When her eyes found the pornos she was just about sure that the trip had been a waste and her mind was forever tainted with images of silicone breasts and logs for penises. Who in their right mind would want that shoved, pushed, or rammed anywhere in their body? Even so she couldnt stop her body from responding to the image, even if the sizes turned her off the actual act made her want to feel something similar, anything at all really.