Orfelia's Chamber

Status: Finished (May 18, 2024)

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Honestly idk really how to even describe what I wrote. I just went and had fun with it.

(cover made by me)

||1 - Well

I don’t like reading that much, and neither do I like when I’m forced to write. I don’t want to write - I just want to think think and exist. But one day even my wishes will come true. Although I don’t see the point of being locked in a room, with a bed, bookshelf, a huge stone wall, and a mirror. I don’t want to be myself's only friend, it’s just something I can’t comprehend. It always gets better though, right?

I inscribed the numbers 53 and 35 on the wall. I keep multiplying them to get satisfactory results, but the paper isn’t showing the right results.

“Calculate better! Calculate” I shouted at the paper while hitting the stone wall with my fist.

“Ouch” It really hurt - I shouldn’t hit a stone wall.

Shit.

I can feel a random thought trying to crack my skull.

“Rain rain go away, the entire school will be in pain!” I really want to become a math professor – I’m not just a thot, I actually exist and have feelings!

Get out of my head, get out of my head, get out of my head, get out of my head.

Thoughts are bad, I don’t want to be anywhere near thoughts.

Even though repressing thoughts is tough, I’ll still do it as I hate thots and thoughts and thoughs and those.

Leave me alone!

I put two of my fingers right onto my clitoris after putting them into my denim shorts. I never wear any underwear because it feels better without it, so I started instantly rubbing my pussy to feel excited.

Fuck math, I don’t want to become a professor!

I’ll be a trophy wife.

I quickly went to my bed where I laid on my side, and under the sheets, I continued rubbing my pussy while thinking about….

Nothing.

I just want to feel pleasure.

So I put pressure on my clitoris and grabbed my boob with the other hand.

Mmmm, my developed breasts really do need some touching.

They have grown a lot in the couple of past years.

It’s so funny how squishy and hot they are. And the best part about living alone is that I don’t need to wear a bra.

I started playing with my nipples. I put those fingers into my mouth to lube them with my saliva and then I put them back on my nipple to stimulate it even more. My body was moving on its own as I was making sure my bottom half had a good time. Happiness is the most important thing in life, so being a math professor isn’t the top ideal I should strive for. Having my pussy touched (and hopefully licked) is something I should be thinking about more.

But pain is nice too. It’d be nice if someone beat me up.