My Forbidden Fantasies

As I sit in my new apartment, surrounded by the sterile walls of my new life, I find myself consumed by the most taboo of thoughts. I'm a good girl, or so I'm supposed to be. But the more I think about it, the more I crave it. The forbidden fruit, the unattainable pleasure. It's like a siren's call, beckoning me to surrender to my deepest desires. I'm a 20-year-old virgin, but my mind is a dirty, dirty place.

I try to push the thoughts away, to focus on my studies and my faith, but they linger, like a bad habit. I imagine myself in the arms of a stranger, feeling the weight of their body against mine, the taste of their skin on my lips. It's a sin, I know, but it's a sin I'm desperate to commit. I'm a slave to my own desires, and I don't know how much longer I can resist the temptation.

I'm a good girl, but I'm a good girl with a dirty mind. And it's a mind that's getting dirtier by the day. I'm not sure how much longer I can keep up the charade, the act of being a virtuous Mormon girl. I'm a lie, a fake, a hypocrite. And it's a lie that's eating away at me, slowly but surely. I'm a ticking time bomb, waiting to unleash my true self on the world. And when I do, watch out.