he always felt guilty
after he touched me-
hanging his head,
rubbing his temples,
and solemnly promising
it was only a weak moment-
one that wouldn’t
be repeated
until we
married.
and I knew
it was twisted,
but I felt so
undeniably
powerful
when he lay
next to me--
completely exposed;
vulnerable;
full of pleasured regret;
and it turned me on
more than the
practiced, purposeful
touch of the men
before him
when I caught
his eyes falling
into my cleavage
or watched his
tattered blue jeans
expanding
as I casually
kissed his neck
he actually cried
when I told him
I didn’t believe
in marriage
anymore
and I finally understood
the true pain of
guilt
Author notes
almost definitely going to be a series. not a good one, necessarily... but a series.
In a list
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"and I finally understood
the true pain of
guilt"
fucking gorgeous lines my dear.
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This really happened? Damn. Ouch. That's very, erm, awkward.
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haha nooope. it didn't happen. except in my imagination. I'm thinking about doing a series on a boy who is totally complete in my head... right down to the last little detail. &this is just me testing the waters with him.
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