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Sara
I dream of him again that night. He comes to me like a phantom, shrouding me in his darkness, holding me tight as I weep and struggle to free myself. I don’t know if I’m fighting him or my own craving, but either way, before long, I lose.
I meld into him, let his darkness surround me, chasing away all loneliness and light.
He takes me then, driving into me with punishing fury, and I embrace him, screaming his name as my body convulses with torrid pleasure, with bliss so agonizing and exquisite it threatens to tear me apart. We make love over and over again, until I’m drained and sore.
Until I have nothing more to give and he leaves.
Leaves because he no longer wants me.
Because he’s bored with me.
I wake up with my pillow drenched with tears and my s*x slick and throbbing w
