Bed Rotting

Author's Note: I have been trying to experiment by not writing the typical erotica and romance shorts. I want to really push myself as a writer as I've given up or well, put to the side my desire to pursue getting a English degree. I've had a lot of time to mourn it and I'm currently trying to get a Human Services degree. To help people.

Mariposa laid on her bed, practically rotting as the exhausted girl sat under her thick baby blue comforter and pillow set. She was a sorry sight with huge bags under her dull eyes and her lips cracked and dry.

Anyone who walked past her would gawk and point at her display. It was a tragedy, what the woman had become. One man had come into her life and uplifted her into a new level of life.

Then as fast as he came the man left and let her shatter back onto earth. Her boyfriend of six years, from the age of sixteen, had left her all alone.

He had abandoned her after stealing her friend group and cheating on her with who she felt was her best friend. A ginger who she called her sister and had sheltered after her own abusive relationship.

Mariposa was frozen in time and she wanted to end herself multiple times. She scrolled on her social media feed which was full of self help and gym videos.

Every video she watched online said to get into the gym and to change your whole look. Reinvent yourself and become a girl he couldn't even dream of getting the chance to fall for.

The woman wiped at her eyes which felt raw from how much she'd been crying and sniffled. Her heart felt destroyed and all she saw was girls who looked like goddesses faking their empathy for her.

It was maddening and made her want to scream until she coughed blood. Her comforter felt like a prison as she turned her phone and let it fall down onto her sheet.

A tear fell down her cheek as her hand moved down and touched her panty. The woman didn't have the energy to get dressed after everything that had occurred the past few days.

She put her palm against her underwear and felt her vagina. It hadn't been touched since her ex had eaten her out. A mistake she would regret for the rest of her life.

She would never live down letting that man's filth touch and degrade her in such an invasive way. Because he had taken her virginity and tarnished it.

Her hand rubbed up and down against her vagina as she recalled the first time he went down on her. How he had complained that she was too tight and that she ruined the mood by squirming all over the place.

Mariposa noted that she could squirm and move freely now that he was out of her life. She didn't have to feel shame about rubbing her pussy without missing a beat.

Her hand was able to touch her lips and feel how much they ached for the attention and love they missed.

The girl couldn't remember the last time she pleasured herself. It had been forever really. So, it was like meeting an old friend. Someone who wouldn't judge her and would cherish her for once in her life.

Mariposa felt a wetness develop as she rubbed more and more. She used her other hand to lift the comforter and snuck a glance at her panties.

They had a tiny wet spot that wouldn't be too noticeable unless you sat and stared like she was. Her mouth was dry as she swallowed and waited for the eventual shame to flow through her.

To her relief it didn't come. She was too numb for it and too cold to notice that she'd started to do more to herself. In her stupor the girl had slipped a finger into her vagina.

A stubby little sausage that hurt at first but then was welcomed into her slipper folds with applause. Fingering was something she'd done awhile and found to be the best way to pleasure herself.

It was better than any dildo and way better than any rose. Her ex had given her one once and had gotten angry that she ended up not using it that much. Calling her ungrateful.

Mariposa had been shamed often and she didn't know why. Men jacked themselves off all the time. It wasn't like she called anyone who used a toy cruel things.

It just wasn't for her and she felt like she was too sensitive down there to really utilize them. Everything was coming out now. Her face was wet as she let loose all her emotions and let her body do its thing.

Her mind was telling her the truth of her relationship and her thighs shook as she released. The girl looked down again and saw something wet on her finger.

Cum. God, when was the last time she'd done that so fast without being practically begged into doing so? Mariposa laughed.

Lord, she laughed a hollow chuckle that left her feeling better and worse. It was hard to figure out what was better to be hit with before she moved on.

The waves of pleasure made her sleepy and she wiped her finger against her inner thigh. She shivered at the sensation, feeling tickled.

Mariposa wondered what to do next as eventually she would have to get out of bed. She couldn't just lay here and rot for another week.

What she was sure of was that it felt good to finger herself. It reminded her of a time before she met her ex and her shitty friends.

A time where she was free and able to rest without having nightmares. The woman sighed, feeling a heaviness sit on her chest for a second.

She rubbed her thighs together and that echo of pain vanished. Replaced by pride or something close to it. She was proud that she didn't need that asshole to cum anymore.

That she was free to squirt and orgasm without that bastard holding it over her head once again. The scumbag stole her friends, stole the light of her life and stole her drive.

But he hadn't stolen her body's natural desire for satisfaction.