reliving it

i want to guide your hand to where he touched me while periodically glancing over at you, desperate to see a glimpse of approval on your face

“like this?” youll ask me. ill nod shyly and feel you start to kiss and grope me. in denial but unable to control myself..

“were you making such pathetic noises for him too? i wouldnt stop if i was him either..” ill blush a little and deny it, but we both know that i loved it

i love what youre doing to me. i love you. ill beg you to stop, tell you how bad it feels in the middle of weak whimpers and whines. but my body will always betray me :(