I feel so *****
Each time I shut my eyes.
While my love makes love
I imagine someone else every time.
Someone to call me names.
Someone to play games.
Someone who talks *****
And finishes without aim.
I feel so trapped and alone.
Each time I touch myself,
I close my eyes
And I’m no longer stuck at home.
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
I feel so *****
Each time I shut my eyes.
While my love makes love
I imagine someone else every time.
Someone to call me names.
Someone to play games.
Someone who talks *****
And finishes without aim.
I feel so trapped and alone.
Each time I touch myself,
I close my eyes
And I’m no longer stuck at home.
I wrote this to vent some issues I have wity being married.
After I moved away with my husband, I receive several emails from ex-coworkers saying what they had thought of me and ***** things they wanted to do me and since then, my mind wanders during *** and I just used certain emails as sexting fuel.
Maybe I’m alone in that too.
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