He told me he loved how wet I was

He kept talking about it while he was raping me. Telling me how good I was. that my body was being honest. That I should listen to the sounds my body was making. I did. I still can replay the sounds in my head. My face was in the blanket while everyone else was asleep as he fucked me. I just heard him breathing and the slapping and the wet squishes. It sounded so loud.

Now I feel like there is this thing in me. I always have to be wetter. I get anxious when I'm not. I need to feel the wetness and stickiness. Hear the sounds I make when I touch myself.