College Vacation: The Heat, Freedom, and Spiced Temptations

It’s getting hot

There should possibly be a warning label attached to me the very moment college vacation hits. The moment the final notice hits for summer, I am gone and doing my own thing. I shed my inhibitions along with my school mindset to drift into a completely different lane. My alarm clock loses all authority and awakens my doom room secrets. The schedule I had became a suggestion I chose to ignore, as it no longer serves me. My only focus is entirely on the heat hitting my sexy college supple skin and between my thighs.

With the smell of break in the air, there is something about this break that makes me feel feisty and playful. The pressure of the deadline evaporates, leaving behind a void that I intend to fill with PP. Remember that. Pure Pleasure. Instead of the worry of assignments, meeting with my dean, etc. I spend my hours thinking about how it feels to be touched in so many ways while on college vacation. Some of which I make up from pure pleasure. The thoughts of touch and how to execute being fucked in multiple ways before each sunrise.

This freedom of mine was much needed and feels like a drug.

Once you taste the thrill of being completely reckless, you never want to go back to being that “good girl”. Even if it’s for the moment. Summertime doesn’t really change my mood, though. It does, in fact, enhance it. The heat brings out a shamelessness in me that stays dormant during the duration of school. Not that I was keen on modesty, but since college vacation started, I can reach for the extra risky outfits. These outfits consist of the skirts that ride up my ass when I walk, to the crop top that barely covers my titties fully, along with the bikini that is more string than fabric.

Instead of the morning rush to get ready for another growling class or work assignment, I take my time. Those steamy showers ready me for my day. I watch myself as my fingers glide along my skin with the lotion that I apply. Leaving the bathroom naked and standing in front of my mirror to dress makes me feel bad. No bra, low-rise cut-off shorts, peek-a-boo thong, and boots are an outfit of choice.

Leaving out just to be seen brings joy to the eyes of people who want me or want to be me on a college vacation.

They look at me like hungry hyenas. I want it. Hard dick prints and nipples drive me to go harder at being as bad as I can. I know I’m delicious. Who else needs to know is still to be answered. This is something I can’t keep in. I won’t keep it inside. I get wet from the stares. When I look at the couples, I think of the power dynamics that can be had at play. When I look at the men, the same goes, maybe I even think of trying to convert a gay male. Hey, they always want to experiment, and so do I. With college vacation and tons of drinks, strange things take place.

There are a few things I’ve done and will do. On this break, I’ve already hooked up with two gay guys, a big cock and big tit tranny, and my roomie’s brother. Two of these happened by chance. Can you think of which it could be? The most erotic memories are always forged during college vacation. When nobody is in a rush, the tension has room to breathe, to grow, and eventually, to snap. The nights feel endless, stretching out into hours of exploration where the only rule is that there are no rules.

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