My heart pounds and my stomach churns as I think about what he just did to me. The way he touched me, used me, degraded me. I should be disgusted. He treated me like nothing more than the whore he accuses me of being. But I liked it. Hell, I wanted more. I still do. My cunt is still slick with need, desperate to feel something, anything. And I know for a fact that if he turned around right now and came back, I’d let him do it all over again.
