Hello boy, I like you enough to want to make you orgasm. Maybe not through sex, probably a hand job because I generally take sex a little more seriously. You’re probably very cute to me. And your personality could be on point. Basically, I feel connected to you in some way. You’ve definitely tried to get me off too, but predictably failed. And after you cum, you act so distant baby. Why the fuck is that. I just gave you the most incredible feeling you’ll ever experience, and now you don’t even want to talk to me :)
Everything was going so, so well before you came. You were being cute, doing things that I wanted, buying me ice cream or candy, talking to me about the most random things, driving me around, cracking jokes, trying to make me happy. Trying to impress me. Calling me beautiful. Telling me anything I wanted to hear so that you’d get in this very position; handing me a towel so that I could clean your semen off my stomach or boobies. Well congratulations, you fucking did it. You got off, yay! Well I’m still here, motherfucker and I’ve got a few words for you I wish I had the courage to say.
You made me feel like a used whore. You made me hate you with a fiery passion, but hate myself even more for believing you actually liked me. You make me feel so stupid, slutty, dirt cheap. Like you took a part of my soul with you. You put me in the worst fucking mood imaginable for days and you have no idea. I can’t sleep because I think of how bad I feel about the entire situation. And you legitimately think you acting distant is no big deal because I’m such a “chill” girl. And you will definitely text me later, hoping to use me like a human sex doll, but the damage is already done sweetie, and I will never fucking touch you again.
If someone makes you cum, fucking appreciate the person who did that for you. I promise they are not a robot made specifically for fucking. They are a human being, with feelings, wants, fears, etc. Treat them as such or I will consider you the scum of the earth. Thanks for reading.