From a correspondent:
I sent him home last night. He said that he wanted to do things on the weekends. Does he not see the shades drawn during the day? I am keeping life out and I certainly don't want to allow it in through the windows. Someone watching my movements even without sound is too much. I have heard this before. The frustration of watching me pour a whiskey and coke at 10:30a.m. This one joins in. The last one would look at me and I immediately knew that I wouldn't just get by with a buzz today. It is Sunday. I told him to leave last night. As I was unzipping my boots, I heard him yell "good night" from the back room. He had too much sing-song in his voice. He should have pissed on my front door like he had done to the other girl. His urine and the "good night" had the same stench. A "fuck you" would have felt better.
I can here the cars pass on the highway in front of my house. I can also hear the buzzing of my dildo Thomas inserted inside my ass. I don't have to give Thomas anything. My orgasm was mine. Dildo's don't sit back in satisfaction and take the credit for getting you off. I don't sit back and take the credit for getting myself off. I just feel.
He said he wanted to do things on weekends. He said he wants to experience life with me. We are driving back from visiting my brother at an inpatient rehab facility. I am wondering what the fuck we need to do on a weekend that is going to top this. I say that I am not one to hike Mt. Rainier if that is what he is thinking. He replies "I hate hiking, that's not what I mean." I am imagining hiking somewhere and feeling like I have to produce some fake delight when I find a rare flower. Is that it? He wants to see me enjoy something? Well fuck. Enjoy me watching my brother enjoy himself without whiskey. Watch my face when is occurs to me that my brother is scared shitless to live life outside of the rehab facility. Watch me push you away when you want something more from me.
I can here the cars pass on the highway in front of my house. I can also hear the buzzing of my dildo Thomas inserted inside my ass. I don't have to give Thomas anything. My orgasm was mine. Dildo's don't sit back in satisfaction and take the credit for getting you off. I don't sit back and take the credit for getting myself off. I just feel.
He said he wanted to do things on weekends. He said he wants to experience life with me. We are driving back from visiting my brother at an inpatient rehab facility. I am wondering what the fuck we need to do on a weekend that is going to top this. I say that I am not one to hike Mt. Rainier if that is what he is thinking. He replies "I hate hiking, that's not what I mean." I am imagining hiking somewhere and feeling like I have to produce some fake delight when I find a rare flower. Is that it? He wants to see me enjoy something? Well fuck. Enjoy me watching my brother enjoy himself without whiskey. Watch my face when is occurs to me that my brother is scared shitless to live life outside of the rehab facility. Watch me push you away when you want something more from me.
