Last night, we had some drinks. We listened to some music, we laughed.
It wasn’t too late. At some point you approached me and kiss me tenderly.
Your lips touched mine, and then my neck, and then my shoulders and so on.
Your hands grabbed my waist, you touched my back and pulled my hair.
You started to undress, so did I.
We went to bed and you grabbed me. You missed me, I noticed that straight away.
I wanted to see you so I lighted up the room with my phone
And then you fucked me.
Hard, as I like it.
You did it once. I was tired.
I turned off the light from my phone.
Then you grabbed me again. You asked me. I said yes.
And when you were fucking me I was crying. Crying in silence. Crying alone.
And you never noticed.
And we finished you fell to sleep and I kept crying for a few minutes until I slept too.
The day carried on and I was thinking of my tears. No conclusion came to my mind. At least not yet.
I guess I’ll never know.
Then the night arrived, we had some drinks. We listened to some music, we laughed.