New beginnings
March 1, 2026. Today is a big day. But before we get to the real story of my life, let me be perfectly clear about something. there’s a secret hidden side of me that I’ve never allowed the light of day to see.
I’m cursed to be uncontrollably horny when an attractive man shows an inclining of interest in me.
Ever since my so called ex boyfriend failed to satisfy all of my sexual needs, I’ve daydreamed of being ravaged by hot men in all different places. Sometimes even multiple simultaneously
Unfortunately, I doubt any man on this planet is able to give me the hot steamy sex I so desperately desire.
Its as if in in my past life I was a world class succubus, now reincarnated into a regular woman, but still brimming with erotic needs.
Though, mind you, I am a simple-minded and honest soul, but I’m also a girl with dreams and aspirations.
As an avid bookworm, I delve deeply into stories, and I dabble in a smidge of literary writing, though my real hobby is creating unique, personal art from scratch.
I absolutely adore being commissioned to create a piece of art that takes hours—hell, even days—to finish. It gives me a distinctive feeling of being wanted and having my name out there. .
Then comes my true dream: an art piece designed and curated by the one and only Molly Sunbeam (yours truly), hung for all to see in the city’s art museum.
I have spent the last seven years of my life tenaciously perfecting my skills and honing my talents, in the hope that one day my visions would make it to the big city and my name would become legendary in the industry. That one dream is what led me to the biggest, most sophisticated, and most successful university in the entire city and surrounding areas.
So, without further ado, here is my story.
“Uuugh,” I groan as I lazily drag myself out of the comfort and safety of my bed. I barely slept last night from pure excitement—today’s the day I move into my new university dorm and finally get to explore the extravagant, maze-like campus.
My hair is a mess I think to myself while brushing my teeth—though it usually is when I wake up. It falls all the way down to the middle of my back, and judging by how tangled it is, I must’ve rolled over at least a thousand times in the few hours I managed to sleep.
I love my hair, though. It’s a cool, relaxed shade of blonde, incredibly soft, and so long that the styling possibilities feel endless. Honestly, it’s my favorite part of getting ready in the morning.
“I hope the tour guide is nice,” I whisper to myself as I throw on the outfit I so meticulously planned the night before. I’m pretty particular about my style—being short with an hourglass figure, I like to dress in a way that accentuates my curves. Blue or dark grey jeans with boots and a fitted top are my go-to… which is exactly what I’ve chosen to wear today, funnily enough.
“SHIT, I’m gonna be late for the train if I don’t hurry up and get moving!” Frantically throwing my final necessities into my carry-on bag, I finish getting ready by putting on my favorite boots (burgandy, with my own personalised artwork on the outside’s) and spraying my go to perfume on my neck before throwing that into the bag also.
Luckily, I’ve spent the last three days packing my suitcase with everything I’ll need for the foreseeable year, including most of my art supplies and the best clothing I physically own. I assumed the campus already has an array of brilliant art supplies for me to use, but I’m already willing to purchase a summit of new tools and interesting canvases.
I live a few cities away from the university, so it’s a long journey, but it’s most definitely worth the hassle for the incredible success rate and amazing tutors they have on campus. Matchwood University of Specialties is the name, and I had to wait seven whole months to hear that I’d been accepted.
At last, I arrived at the train station. My adorable mother, Jane, had dropped me off just in time for the train. I gave her a big squeeze and started tearing up a little.
“Thank you for everything, Mother. You inspire me beyond what words can describe, and it’s because of your belief that I’m finally following my dream.” I barely mustered that sentence as I wept into her arms. I’d be seeing her again in nine months, but this was my first time being independent and going so far from home.
“Oh, darling, you can do anything you set your mind to. You’re incredible, and don’t you ever forget that!” she replied with a beaming smile, barely holding it together. “Did you pack everything you needed? I packed you sanitary necessities just incase, remember I’m only a phone call away!”
“Bless you mum you’re the best, thank you truly for being my mumbeam” It’s a family quote of ours since our surname is Sunbeam, we play on those words and give it a wholesome twist”
WOOSH
The wind startled me, howling as the train arrived just on time. I gave Mum one final hug, grabbed my stuff, took a monstrous, deep breath, and hopped on board. I managed to get a comfy spacious seat by myself (which I appreciated, as the trip was an astounding five hours total), and I silently waved goodbye to my mother as I saw her wipe away a tear with a blissful look on her face.
It was time—for my new beginning.
