Did I ever tell u guys about the time my ex legitimately thought he killed me with his dick???
Ok so picture this I’m 18 and excited about sex, trying out some new positions. We are having sex in a pretty similar position to this
And my pussy is so wet it might as well be a god damn Slip N Slide ok. And he’s pounding at it fast and hard but slips out and goes to go right back in… But something is wrong. He’s about to enter….
The. Wrong. Hole.
And my eyes widen, I go to shout “noooo!!!!” But it’s all happening too fast. He thrusts right into my unlubed asshole and I scream like murder and leap right up onto my feet.
We had only been dating a couple of months at this time and there was something very important he did not know about me: I am a chronic fainter. If I’m in pain or if I see my own blood, I will pass the fuck out. I get real quiet and turn to him and say, “I am going to pass out.”
He doesn’t know I’m serious, he thinks I’m just being emotional, and he’s like “no baby come here” but as he finishes that sentence i faint and my head ping pongs off my metal bed frame, onto the wall and then finally my whole body falls on the ground.
He has never seen anybody faint before and naturally assumes I’m dead. A couple minutes later I awaken to him sobbing into my naked chest. Like this motherfucker really thought he sent me to the grave with some accidental anal sex.
And if all you did today was wake up and get up out of bed and made it to the couch and watched TV all day….. Good for you!!!! That’s still a step forward.
You broke the foundation of my self esteem, you crushed my confidence and set aflame the love I had for myself.
Your plan was never to love me back, your plan was to build yourself up using my debris.
They say love is supposed to take your breath away. Stealing the air from your lungs. And for a long time I kept believing this theory and after a while I began to suffocate. There comes a point in life when feeling breathless no longer feels romantic. So darling, when you came, it was like the air in my lungs was restored, purer than ever before. Every touch of your fingertips reminded me to release that breath I was holding; every kiss of yours whispered to me- breathe.
A tree does not announce as it grows. It just does so quietly. Gradually. With serenity. No one else must know, as long as the tree itself knows that it’s getting there.
