Twenty-six

I want to say it. But as always, I chicken out. I'd rather keep my mouth shut. And not revealed that I have Zero experience. That a boy has never been close to The South region area, yes well that’s humiliating enough.

Yes, I am a virgin the last one my age, I think. At least in the vicinity that I know of.

Taking a sip of wine not only makes me makes do funny faces and takes me back that night; when he took me on something like seemed like a date. I'm trying to call myself down. But he's making me feel like a child, Like a lusty child, a teeny bopper.

Weird.

An obsession.

Yes, I have been thinking about what's going to happen on my wedding night. I'm thinking about how it is going to feel and I'm thinking about how much more experienced his sexual experience is over mine. That he's going to teach me things I never dreamed myself doing and that I'm not going to be able to accomplish them, that I'm going to fail. And then he's going to lock me in a t