It feels as though every aspect of who I am has been removed. After he has brought the pleasure that he has caused on my body, it is as if the sadness and the agony that I am holding leave my body. This feeling comes after he has given the pleasure. While I'm dozing off on the couch in his car, many thoughts are running through my head that isn't right.
After what seems like only a few fleeting moments of happiness, the experience quickly loses its appeal. I wanted to do it with him as much as I usually have, but once I'd already gotten it out of my system, I didn't feel as desperate about it.
As we put on our clothing, I took a few slow, deep breaths. I quickly wiped away my tears and double check to ensure he did not notice that I was crying.
"Do you like it?" He questioned. It appea
