Too Soft for This

She heads for home although she's already there. She comes here.

She arranged her body just so. He pushed in a way he never did. He placed her hands where he wanted them, in a way he never did. It's ok, she understands. She knows what he wants and she knows just how. After so long how could she not know?

But she's there again, just like before broken hearts, thinking the same thoughts and stroking in just the same way.

She thinks about how it would feel to just... To feel him between her teeth. She wonders if he would scream, maybe hit her. She wonders if it'd still be hard. She wonders if she could draw blood, how easy it might be. She's envisioning it when she pulls away, afraid of herself. What she might do.

She smiles. he doesn't know what goes on.

When it's over and done with, cum towel on the floor, they don't say they love one another. They sit awkwardly and he wants to hold her. She squirms away, makes excuse to be across the room. makes excuse for him to leave.

when she's alone she listens to The Eels and lets herself walllow. She calls her self disgusting. repulsive. She thinks of the way he pulled her hair for a moment or two and everything inside of her cringes.

When did she become this?