Eric kisses like it's a chore. Bathing me with saliva and feeding me his tongue.
Eric touches as if he was doing me a favour. Forceful, insipid, unskillful.
Eric fucks, finishes and rolls over. Snores. He must think I'm a sex doll.
Eric dies with a knife in his chest, but I swear to the police it wasn't me.
It was every women
dissatisfied.
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