Playing with the Enemy
I could sense his head at my entrance, my chest trembling as I swallowed, preparing my mind for what I knew just had to come.
I blinked.
He smiled.
“Ready?”
I placed my right hand on his chest. My left palm on the floor at my side.
I nodded.
“Good boy,” he breathed.
I smiled.
He went in, and I closed my eyes. He rode me off a cliff I didn’t even know I had been standing on.
Now, three hours later, I was heading back to the one who had abandoned me, thinking about how mad I should pretend to be.
I was mad. I really was. But, after my morning, could I really feel that bad?
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