The other day, out of sheer frustration I stood against the wall, rubbing and my clit with my vibrator. Just trying to release the sadness and the angry. The betrayal of my heart. My mind tried to block out the memories and pretend that I was fine- but in the end, I couldn’t do it. My orgasm buried inside my body, beneath the surface- laying still and motionless. I pushed harder, thinking of everything but him. Images and memories of flesh and sweat. Words and pictures. Men, women.

My legs trembled and my body felt the surge of heat rushing through it, but I was still denying myself. Separate. Separate my heart from this. It’s sex. Just sex. What the fuck is wrong with you?? My decision, it was my decision to let go. To take back my body, my heart. He doesn’t own me anymore. Take it back….

Bitch. A whisper from my lips as I forced my body to become my own again. My clit was burning like firey needles. It was so painful, too sensitive- but I knew it was there for me. I stroked the vibe over my clit, pushing hard, bruising and forcing the sensation up and through my clit. The beast now wanted her fill. She didn’t care how, or why. She gives no care to my emotions- she just wants…

I let his name fall from my lips, and finally, my orgasm hit me hard. Yes, oh fuck yes, and his name, again and again rushed from my lips and poured over my body. My hips rocked forward as his face, his touch, his cock entered my mind and crawled through my cunt.

I fell to the floor, breathless, satisfied- and defeated.

he owns me… he knows this.
I know he’s laughing…