Imagine a Sexy Raging Frat Party

Sexy, scandalous and…crazy.  Let me take you on a journey in your imagination:

Imagine a raging Halloween party at a dirty frat. Imagine a small college party at an apartment just off campus, smoke billowing through the air from a glass pipe as you inhale and exhale, coughing, suddenly lightheaded and…free.  Imagine playing asshole with friends. Imagine a classic passed out shaming, a black light party, a kegger. Imagine scandalous clothes, costumes, vodka, gravity bongs and dancing. Lots of grindin dancing.  Imagine a one night stand, hot drunk sex, yelling matches, accusations. Imagine nicknames with friends, gossip, laughter, kissing your best girl-friend at a frat party in front of a crowd. Imagine Victoria’s world. 

Imagine being able to escape your everyday panic, imagine becoming a sexy confident stranger. Imagine losing yourself, feeling free, imagine the addiction to feeling this way. Imagine the panic, the throbbing heart, the shaking, the surreal ghostly vision, the irrational fear. Imagine the words, Run away. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I. Am. Crazy. Imagine the sickness, the twisted churning stomach, the acid rising in your throat. Imagine embarrassment, potential embarrassment, friends finding out your well-guarded truth, trapped inside your own mind, trapped in the car, trapped at work, trapped, trapped, trapped in life and in your head.

Imagine weeks of papers, tests, stress, imagine a weekend of drunken fun, drunken recklessness. Imagine the ridiculous thought that NASA ruined your life. Imagine making mistakes, the STD, losing your virginity, the flashing blue lights, imagine doing drugs, snorting cocaine, sexy lap dances, a strip tease, sleazy ex-boyfriends. Imagine a crush, rejection, a magnetic attraction that you can’t deny

Imagine the basement, the cold grey cement, shivering in t-shirt and shorts. Imagine the glinting handgun, the terrible depression, the spinning thoughts. Imagine you can’t leave the house. Feel the guilt, the fear, the anger. Imagine another escape. A darker one, an end.

Imagine the choice. Imagine the call with the only person who really knows who you are. Imagine the decision, all by yourself.

What do you choose?

This is my story, my life. Wanna let me take you on a journey? Wanna get inside my head? Come dance sexy with me, drink with me, want with me, panic with me. Make my life your own.