Crayvin
When I manage to drag myself off of the pavement and into my house, Piggy is sitting in the foyer with droopy, sad eyes. A rush of guilt hits me like a damned truck, causing me to not be able to see clearly. A sea of thoughts floods my mind.
I want approval.
Acceptance.
Forgiveness.
I want her to see that I can, in fact, be a good guy. I don't want her to think I am some kind of monster that she has to starve herself to be with.
"I don't deserve you in any way, do I?" I say quietly more to myself than anything.
I rake my hands through my hair, exhaling as I avert my stare to the floor.
What the f**k is wrong with me?
I bury myself into willing women's bodies who let me f**k my cares away. Any trauma or s**t that I see at work, is gone and replaced by unchained pleasure. Un
