Have you ever thought of having sloppy sexwith a man? Nate felt a hand crawling up his thigh. He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it. Though I would have sworn that the figure on the bed hadn't been breathing a second ago. He was not even aware when the tone of the play changed.
I let the bone drift back into the water, slowly, easing it down, because for some reason I really didn't want it to splash on me. My voice came distant and hollow the way I'd been feeling all day. You said it yourself, you're not his pomme de sang, you're only a loaner. He dumped me because I'm not the person he wants me to be.
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