Nothing.
I feel nothing.
But there is nothing to feel, not right now. Should I tell him this isn't enjoyable? No, no. I'll let him finish first.
I hear him saying something to me. I don't know how to reply. Do I moan? Do I say yes? Do I scream for more? I just want this to end, actually.
I hear myself moan his name. What is his name? I don't care anymore. I didn't care before either, though.
Is he going faster? I can't tell. Is he stopping now? Thank god, this is over. His hands are leaving my waist. He's panting above me. Do I tell him to leave?
I use my arms and shove him aside. I don't want him sweating on me. I'm not breathless, but I am pretending to need oxygen. I honestly feel suffocated. I thought this was going to be good. This is the most boring thing I have ever done to my body.
I hear him compliment me. He says I was amazing. I wonder why he's lying to me. I know I am just the easiest thing he could stick his pathetic penis in for the night.
I turn on my side, not facing the grotesque man beside me. I don't want to look at him anymore. He makes me feel even more nauseated now than when I met him.
I feel the sheets move as he gets off the bed and grabs his clothes off the floor. He's getting dressed. Is he finally going to leave? He asks to meet me again. I think that is the worst idea ever, but I agree anyway.
Now I'm alone.
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"I have the body of a woman and the emotions of a child." -Elizabeth Taylor
