~Mirrors are more than a fixture on a wall made of breakable glass and pretty frames. They are a portal to someone's soul, reflecting all of their deeply hidden fears, dreams, and desires🪞~
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TARAJI
When I started kissing Fantasia's neck from behind, she immediately turned around and pushed me back up against the shower wall, completely releasing her desire for me that had been pinned up inside of her. She's been waiting for this just like I have. It's been a long time since I've willingly been intimate with someone. I've almost forgotten what it's like to want to be touched sexually by another woman or anybody for that matter. Being in prison robbed me of my autonomy. Most days, I had no control over what happened to me. I was told when to eat, when to sleep, when to clean myself, and when to open my legs. Now here I am, naked and completely vulnerable in this shower with this woman who could do whatever she wants to me, but I'm not scared. I'm not thinking about the possibility of her hurting me. All I'm thinking about is how much I want this, and how good it feels to want someone else. I realize that I've become so desensitized to pain and trauma, but Fantasia has slowly been cracking my hard shell. Now I'm completely open. It's terrifying and humbling, but I like it. I want to feel like this all the time. She kissed me before turning me around, my face pressing against the shower wall as I rested my hands on it. She mashed her body up against my backside, whispering in my ear and brushing loose strands of hair off of my neck.
Fantasia:*whispers* Do you trust me?
Taraji: Yes. It's myself that I don't trust.
Fantasia: It's ok, Raj. I won't hurt you and you won't hurt me. How long has it been since someone made you feel good?
Taraji*sighs* Too long.
I could have counted my experience with Tyrese when I was fresh out, but I don't even remember much of it. It's like I'm forcing myself to forget it for some reason. He took good care of me, but I didn't really want him to. I wanted him to treat me like I was still a prisoner because I still felt like a prisoner. It's different with Fantasia. It's sweet. So, so sweet.
Fantasia: You've been raising pure hell, you know that? Constantly fighting, getting pissed off at everything, trying to get me to fuck you before my divorce is finalized. Now it seems like you're finally getting what you want. But do you deserve it?
Taraji: Yes, I deserve it.
Fantasia: Why?
Taraji: Because I'm trying to be better.
Fantasia: Are you saying you'll be a good girl for me?
Taraji: I'll be so good for you, I promise. Fantasia, please. Please fuck me.
Fantasia: You beg so pretty. What else can you use that mouth for?
