' Should I just tell her? '
𝙉𝙤. 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛*𝙜.
⚠️Bad/impulsive thoughts⚠️
⚠️ internalized homophobia⚠️
⚠️mentions of self harm/self harm⚠️
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I have no doubt she could feel my breathing on her face. I grabbed her chin with my hand and pulled her face even closer. "I'm not telling you to leave because I don't like your dick. I'm telling you to leave because I want your dick. I want it inside of me right now, and I want it in there until I fucking pass out. But I am a faithful person, even if I don't like the fucking bastard I am married to. So again I say. Get. The fuck. Out." I lowly growled at her.