i must have said no at least a dozen times each time it happened.
"no" "stop" "babe stop" "mm mm" "no" "quit"
turning my head away from him. side to side. he held my head still.
"no" "i'm serious" "stop"
"your serious face turns me on," he smerked.
"no" "stop" "stop" "no"
he thinks i'm kidding
"you want me to."
"no" "no"
i try to pry his hands out of me but he pins my arms down.
when is it gonna be over. i want to cry. "oops, I better take this off." he pulled the cross around his neck off and set it by his phone. airplane mode so i wouldn't see when she texted him.
after he's finished, "so did you really want me to stop?"
i shook my head
"no" i lied
YOU ARE READING
Of Nights and Color
Sonstigesyou are not alone. Here are some words of wisdom as i grow and learn, to help you as you do the same Here are the writings from the lonely of nights and the beauty of color
