Along with the rush of a climax, panic winds beside it, trying to lace its fangs into the euphoria. Air escapes me, and I struggle for a moment to separate the two and step out of my head, to allow my release at the hands of a man who has broken me before. Paranoia and anxiety tell me it’ll happen again, but he’s making my body feel so good that I want to ignore it. Tears well up in my eyes. I’m so pathetic.
