Another open letter
Another dam open letter to the man I’m fucking. I don’t know how you knew I wanted to be fucked the way you fuck me. Like your dick is a key to a door I didn’t know was locked. The way you pull my hair and press my body against yours while your pushing yourself deeper inside me. They way your hand pushes me back when I’m trying to force you deeper in me like you are in control of how I feel. The way I’m no longer in control of it at all. Cause during the day I am so tightly wound. Worried my feelings and not my orgasm will create a mess for others to clean up. I know that you will never know how scared I am of you. I’m most afraid that you know me too well, know my messy parts as well as I do. Im afraid that you will be scared to get to attached to the girl who reminds you of your ex-girlfriend. I’m most terrified that I will never be the same.