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It's 2 in the morning. You're lying in bed, on FaceTime with a man named John. He was released from prison two weeks ago. In a month, he'll be in rehab again. But you don't know that yet. The screen freezes as you get a call from me. You ask him to wait as you let my call ring, ignored. He knows I exist. I have no clue he exists. As far as I know, you're asleep. Meanwhile, I'm sitting at the edge of my bed, 3,000 miles away. I've just received the news that my cousin is dead. I'm sobbing, trying to get a hold of you somehow. Desperate to have someone I can talk to about this, But you're the only one. The call stops ringing, and you go back to FaceTiming him. You prop your phone up on a pillow and let him watch you take your shirt off. No bra underneath. You show him how well you can ********** the toy I bought you. You twist around and show him your naked *** the ******** The two of you ********** together. I interrupt unknowingly every fifteen minutes, needing you. You swipe my calls away and do what he asks you to do. You both *** then talk for hours. I sob at the edge of my bed, begging you to answer in another voicemail.
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Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 2:28 AM UTC
Cheating Via FaceTime
It's 2 in the morning. You're lying in bed, on FaceTime with a man named John. He was released from prison two weeks ago. In a month, he'll be in rehab again. But you don't know that yet. The screen freezes as you get a call from me. You ask him to wait as you let my call ring, ignored. He knows I exist. I have no clue he exists. As far as I know, you're asleep. Meanwhile, I'm sitting at the edge of my bed, 3,000 miles away. I've just received the news that my cousin is dead. I'm sobbing, trying to get a hold of you somehow. Desperate to have someone I can talk to about this, But you're the only one. The call stops ringing, and you go back to FaceTiming him. You prop your phone up on a pillow and let him watch you take your shirt off. No bra underneath. You show him how well you can ********** the toy I bought you. You twist around and show him your naked *** the ******** The two of you ********** together. I interrupt unknowingly every fifteen minutes, needing you. You swipe my calls away and do what he asks you to do. You both *** then talk for hours. I sob at the edge of my bed, begging you to answer in another voicemail.
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30/Non-binary/Orlando, FL
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 2:28 AM UTC
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