Please don’t leave me, beautiful, I’m begging. Your voice feels like knives digging in my pelvis.
You know I couldn’t care less about Elijah and the prophets. Let me kiss you between your beautiful, round thighs. Who knows where my husband is now, celebrating the Baal in some fucking orgy - you’re here with me, and that’s all that matters to me. Give me these minutes, by mine for this time. Be mine for a few minutes. Please don’t leave me. Give me your hands. KEEP READING...
Did you ever even love me?
I don’t understand. Was it all in my head? Your beautiful Joseph, was that all in my head?
You sold me out. I would have never done that to you. Tell me it was just my cock, that you never loved me.
Do you remember when you grabbed me under the stairs... KEEP READING
It wasn’t always like this, but believe me, it’s better than the alternative. You can call me a slut, but I prefer pervert.
The truth is I was probably never meant to be somebody’s wife, and it doesn’t matter how much I wanted it.
I mean, that was always the problem, they never believed I could be faithful... KEEP READING
That fucking blonde, can you focus on me for a minute?
What about my breasts? The smile that lights up a room, the ass you love so much? I remember being the center of your world. You would rub my feet the whole evening, cradling one with both hands, while leaving the other one resting on your crotch, alternating like that between my feet, while we would talk about philosophy and art. I’m still there, missing you, calling you to come back to me. KEEP READING...
If you’re leaving then you’re leaving, and I don’t need any stupid explanations. I was lying when I said you were the first, you’re one of many.
You say it’s over, and that I have to understand, but I’m the one that’s left missing your smell, your body, the heat of your body.
I’m exaggerating, who cares. KEEP READING
Somebody took your place, honey. Not that you had hopes, right? No way you thought… you’re so handsome
No, no, I knew you wouldn’t.
No one fucks like you do, but I’ll never tell you that. I miss you all the time, I’ll never tell you that either. I look at you now, and you look the same. I knew there’d come a day that we would talk kindly and politely, and everything would be just fine, and it tore my heart. That’s not the only thing that tore my heart... KEEP READING
My nipples are showing through my dress, I can see you looking.
Do you remember when you gave me a figurine of the tower of Babel? Like the ones they sell in stands? That figurine always reminds me of your erect cock.
The way I imagine it, that is.
Let’s play a game, how quickly can I make you hard in a room full of people. KEEP READING