I feel used…I get taken out…touched and rubbed; he wraps his lips around me, that part is fine. But when he is done, he puts me away and leaves me. I feel like I’m being used for his own pleasure, or to make a point. Sometimes I even feel like he is using me to get to over women.
I’m afraid I’m getting used to it, I don’t want to admit it but I am. I know I’m not as sharp as I used to be. When he holds me, he never looks at me; all he does is look beyond me. He pretends I’m not there, but at the same time treats me like an object,
Today I decided to stand up for myself and sort him out. While he was rubbing me I called out.
“Hey, why don’t you do something different for a change huh? How about some love?”
He screamed “Holy crap…my pencil just spoke!” and fled the room.
The man won’t even listen to me.
[...] Just Wood [...]
We hope you do, Michael.
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Yeah i’m always concious of that…a lot of the stories i pos there are rejections anyway