I leaned into him.
Lips pressed into my blaring pink flesh.
Startled thoughts rushed in my head;
Swirling, twisting, churning.
I shake them out as best I can and focus on his hands.
Hot red imprints across my pale complexion.
He's nice enough I suppose, glancing down at me every once in a while.
He's the closest thing I have to home right now and that's enough to let him have me this way.
Right ?
Breathing out, I look to him and see he's nearly done.
The stars in his eyes slowly intensifying, and he grasps me harder.
That's all he can seem to do.
Hit me hard.
In
Out
Pulse
Pang
Smack
Smack
Stupid
Whore
No. I won't let it happen again.
He's done now, smiling sadistically at me, squeezing my limp arm in thanks.
I try to smile at him but I feel like I could throw up.
When he leaves,
I do.
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Weekend
Romance"What we did meant nothing, what occurred was given no thought. " Or; Luke likes to have meaningless sex and Ashton wants to wait until marriage.
