I’m back in my room, she’s back in her room, and I’m a fucking mess. What happened tonight?!? What d
I’m back in my room, she’s back in her room, and I’m a fucking mess. What happened tonight?!? What did I let occur?? How pathetic am I?? Tuck me in?? Baby bottle?!?And am I about to jerk off to an emoji???I need to take a good hard look in the mirror.What would you have done if she asked you to her room?? What had stopped you from asking her to yours - or from letting her come “tuck you in”?? You’re married, yes, and it would ruin your life. But…gah!!So much anxiety, so much confusion, so much MELISSA. My mind is whirling I have to calm downAnd…these shoes fit earlier, right? Or…maybe they didn’t. Maybe they -were- loose, earlier.Or maybe the rain did it? They got wet and stretched out? I…I don’t need anything else to make me feel smaller or more inadequate, right?Jesus she was so big. Her legs were so fucking big. Like horses, so huge. They made me feel so fucking small. I wanted to just grab onto them and hump them like the little freaking shrimp I a-Stop it. Stop it. You need to get a grip.But goddamn it I-