Being around her was not unlike taking a brick to the face three times a day and still smiling and saying, yes, please, may I have another? You would think that after six months it would ease up, but she always managed to find another way to grind my face into the pavement, metaphorically speaking….
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I was Afraid to Tell You
I was Afraid to Tell You I didn’t want to dominate you. I couldn’t inhabit that world if you wanted it. I wouldn’t be able to follow. That the condom in your back pocket hurt me the most and the thought of your hands on her made me sick. I needed more. I…
