internal monologue of what I imagine my character’s first time is like (sex)

Body: We’re going to do this thing!
Brain: What sex!!? Nooooo we’re not! We’re not ready for that. There is prep work that needs to be done first. Body what are you doing?! No; you stop that!  It’s dangerous, there’s pregnancy, and disease and wait body.. what’s  goin- whoa!
Body: but feel that… that’s niiiiiiiiiiiiiiice….
Brain:  oh! oh yeah I’m feelin- oh! … you’re flooding me with endorphins… Hey! body, you stop that right now! it’s SEX! RUN! SCARY STUFF!! 
Body: but.. but… it’s soooo goood… let’s wait a little longer… see where this is going and then we can run.
Brain: it’s good now.. but it’ll get scary.. and then you’ll wish- oh my! I’m- well now!
Body: I know right? And we’re just getting started!
Brain: okay… we’ll see how this go-ohs! eeek! RUN!!…
Body: ooh okay  legs went weak.. can’t run… we’re DOOOOMED…
Brain: Dammit body! Get it together!! so we agree… when legs work again.. we run….
Body: ow! that hurt…This sucks we shoulda ran.. Wait….a minute.. not sucking.
Brain: wait… what’s? OH! oh! oooooooh *snkglsy!
Body: WHOAAAAAAaaaaaooooooh yeah! *twitch; shudder; spasm*
Brain:%$@#!gkl *snert* %*@^#  and ^)*$
Body:  Ahhh soo glad we did this!! Told ya this would work out.. Brain? brain? what’s happened to brain? uh oh! Brain short circuited! What do we do?! What do we do?!
Brain: *sigh* wait for the reboot… then run!
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Published by: Kawanee Hamilton

Kawanee was born in Alexandria Louisiana but her first real memories are of Russellville Arkansas. She's always loved to read, and has always had an vivid imagination. She grew up in a house where almost everyone read, they didn't need a TV although she could still be found planted on her butt in front of her grandma's TV watching cartoons on Saturday mornings. She made up her first story with her mother when her cat died; it was about where pets go when they die. She continued to create stories from bad dreams she had and her dad would help her change nightmares to stories. They would sit up in a chair until the scary went away. He told her that: "Dreams, good or bad, are just stories your mind makes up. You are the author of your dreams; if you don't like them rewrite them. " She was hooked and has continued to read and write stories drawing from dreams, sights and just pure imagination. She just recently decided she'd like to try and get published and fail than wonder what if. Her story continues but where it goes from here is up to you, the Reader... She hopes you'll join her in finding out where her journey goes from here!

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