The hardest day
That I could imagine was the day when I came up against so much rejection. In end I was alone.
It had started with giving my heart to someone that wanted my body, they just wanted to please themselves with what I had.
Was I male or female? It didn't matter as long as they got off on me, not fair for my soul.
To get hard and to get them hard was all that they cared about.
Was my cock hard? Was my clit hard?
It didn't matter as they took what they wanted from me.
The hardness filling me and the anger I started to feel as I was being used.
As they pushed in, I pushed, pulled out.
The tempo increased, in and out.
A fast and furious fuck.
There was no love in this act.
It was more a statement than a question
Or was it an order?
Their heart wasn't in anything neither was mine.
"Just get me out of here," I said to myself.
The fuck was hard and dirty.
Over at last.
And here was alone sitting in the bed with the smell of sex so strong you could cut the air with a knife.
I sat and thought how i had wanted things to have gone but instead sat rubbing myself.
I wanted the dream I had to continue but it had been broken.
Sitting alone, used and abused.