I closed the window and walked away from the computer. I could feel thick drops of liquid slide slowly down my leg. My hands were trembling from what I’d just done. It felt great. Yet I felt so dirty, so sinful.

I looked over at the blank screen cautiously, as if it would fiendishly coerce me into another indulgence. I crawled into my bed, throwing the covers over me. As my fingers brushed against each other I noticed their moisture. I stared at what had oozed out of me in the darkness. It had seemed as if in those few moments of pleasure, my innocence had escaped me. Grief-stricken, I shut my eyes angrily, sobbing softly until slumber took me over.