Ivy
Things kept getting worse after that day, it's almost like I'm being punished by the haunting thought of him continually lurking around in my mind.
Even in my dreams I see him. I can't run away, it's pointless ignoring him in real life as well. The thought of him turns me on in the wildest way. The amount of times I've woken up with soaked panties has become something that makes me worry.
I haven't touched myself since that day though, the fear of him walking in on me is somehow greater than my imaginations but now the need for his own touch has intensified.
I wish I can make this all stop but a part of me wants this to stay even though it would cost me my sanity.
Today I find myself in the bathroom stall just so I can get away from Caden. I can't face him. Not like this.
My phon
