You know I never pay much attention to sex I always knew somehow it was going to be short lived & shitty and most of the time my instincts were correct. It was short, undesirable and it made me uncomfortable. Why did it make me uncomfortable? I felt like these men set expectations on what they wanted from me, a woman. Yet set no self-expectations whatsoever. It's like I was nothing but an object that they could stick their dick in like it was a butter knife meeting a piece of warm fresh bread. I was temporary, but their egos were permanent.

Meanwhile I sat there, I was the child bearer. The one who never received pleasure. Too men that didn't exist! pleasuring a woman did not exist. Who wants to please a woman, "not me" they say? It was quite adamant that is how they felt. They felt superior. Don't get me wrong I have a kink for degradation. It's different when you have been treating you like shit even after the sex is done. Isn't it pitiful?

But this time is was different. He was different. My whole body was in pain the next day. My legs unable to walk straight. I even had a migraine from when my head was jolting backwards and forward as he invited himself in and out of my body. He was a big man, a dark light beard to match his tan, and perfectly trimmed hair.

He wore leather pants, tight enough to see the outline of what he was hiding. He was hiding a stick of glory. A ticket to the only place I never got to visit. Just thinking about him was enough to make me fold. A thought of calling him crosses my mind. I have to do it. My body is too sore now, so I'll have to wait in agony for his touch to return. if it even does.