You were dark-haired, dark-eyed, and loud-mouthed. Your kissing was adequately pleasant, but the rest of your bedroom prowess left much to be desired. You were lovely to look at. You were selfish beyond measure. You merely took the edge off of my ever-building sexual frustration.
I knew what kind of person you were from the beginning, but I was too horny to care. I should have listened to the other voice in my head. In the end, it was all about your pleasure with mine trailing along like an afterthought you didn't care to notice. Now I know better.
I was sloppy. I let myself be talked into things. You tried to persuade me to sleep with you without a condom even though you had several. I kept saying no. You finally acquiesced to my order, only to back out of it at the very last second, when I wasn't looking, when my guard was down, when I thought you had it on already, and
I found out in the middle of sex. How did I miss something like that?
Luckily, you came on my back. I didn't want to see your face.
I trusted you.
I was so stupid.
I fucking trusted you.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
You Took The Edge Off
Spilled by Someone at 8:48 PM 0 random groupings of words
Labels: George, it was all wrong, sex
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