In. Out. In. In. Out.
That’s it. Just like that. Sometimes I think she used me just because it feels so damn good, the way I just scratch that itch, so deep inside where no one else can reach. Although, too much can cause pain, maybe even to the brain. Once a week is healthy, I think. Nevertheless, I felt used, dirty, and dispensable after the whole process. I’m coated in god knows what substance, and I’m sure I left remnants of me in her.
And now I’m here, lying next to the tissues. They feel equally filthy and used.
i love this, double entendres played masterfully.
ReplyDeletedid you mean "dispensable"?
so mundane and sticky. yet so work-a-day-world -ish.
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