I could. But I want you thinking about her. I want you remembering all the times you told her you lo
I could. But I want you thinking about her. I want you remembering all the times you told her you loved her. All the promises you made about being faithful to her. I want you recognizing and admitting that, even if you meant it at the time, it was a lie. I want you to admit that your “love” was not as strong as you said it was. I want you to know that you’re hurting her, even if she doesn’t know it. I want you to recognize that you’re giving up more and more of your life with her every time you come to see me.I want you wracked with that guilt every time we fuck. And then every time you see me. Soon you will feel guilty just for thinking of me, because we both know you can’t help it now. Every time you get hard, I want you feeling guilty about all the times you got hard for me instead of her.I want your erections and your guilt to be inextricably linked. If you get hard, you feel guilty. If you feel guilty about anything, you can’t help but get hard. You can’t help but think of me when you’re with her, and you can’t help but think of her when you’re with me. Your every sexual thought becomes your undoing, your next act of betrayal even when you’re trying to do something a loyal partner would do.That conflict that eats at you and slowly destroys you from the inside… THAT’s what I fucking want from you. -- source link
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