i'm being kissed.
i sort of wake up, who is this? i kiss back and feel the rhythm. i know this kiss. i'm still drunk. i'm mostly asleep, but i know this kiss, so i let myself be kissed. twist and kiss.
there is a penis. it is hard and it's prodding against my ass. it's good but i don't want it right now. i don't know. i don't know anything right now. i keep kissing.
there are fingers. there are fingers probing into me. they feel good, but i really just want to sleep. i feel sick from last night's alcohol. i push away. i just want to sleep.
there's the sleep. and my pj's are slipping down. i'm mostly limp, but kinda kissing. i just want to sleep. i don't feel good.
there are the fingers.
there is the penis.
we're kissing.
ish.
i guess we're doing this. i'm not convinced i want to do this. but we're doing it, so i guess we're doing it.
this isn't how i want you, but this is how i have you.
your penis is in me. it's happened before. i kissed you. i didn't struggle. but i didn't say a word. i didn't really want this. not now.
this isn't how i want you.
...maybe this is how i'll have you.
i think that for fifteen seconds until the nausea from last night takes over. i can't have you like this. you can't take me like this. yet you keep pushing. please stop. just let me sleep. i don't feel good. i don't want to. you stop. i shouldn't have to say thank you for stopping.
i shouldn't be used to people with penis' not stopping.
what happened to our love?
