hornygeek69
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It was the night before my 19th birthday, people who know me will tell you what a good girl I've always been. I did volunteer work, sang in the church choir since I was 12 and have always been a grade A student.
Maybe I've been a little too good, in the back of my mind I always thought at 18 my life would be wild and one big party - it started to feel like I was missing out. Those thoughts didn't leave my head for weeks before my birthday and finally today I wanted to do something about it.
I opened my diary and wrote the words that set me free: "last day being 18, I'm giving myself the permission to be slutty" - couldn't help smiling with excitement as I wrote those last words.
Looking through my closet I grabbed the sexiest little dress I could find and dropped it in my bag, I ran down the stairs, grabbed the car keys and called out "Bye dad, I'm off to help at the soup kitchen".
http://gowcommunity.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/teen-diary.jpg
Maybe I've been a little too good, in the back of my mind I always thought at 18 my life would be wild and one big party - it started to feel like I was missing out. Those thoughts didn't leave my head for weeks before my birthday and finally today I wanted to do something about it.
I opened my diary and wrote the words that set me free: "last day being 18, I'm giving myself the permission to be slutty" - couldn't help smiling with excitement as I wrote those last words.
Looking through my closet I grabbed the sexiest little dress I could find and dropped it in my bag, I ran down the stairs, grabbed the car keys and called out "Bye dad, I'm off to help at the soup kitchen".
http://gowcommunity.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/teen-diary.jpg