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He apologized.
I mean, seriously, he apologized for his wack dick. Is that normal? I mean, to apologize for wack dick? He might not even be that bad, but that day was fucking horrible and it’s all I’ll remember.
It was so bad, ugh. I mean, I don’t really like penetrative sex so I knew it would hurt. But, I expected that I would feel a bit of pleasure at some point. Isn’t that normal, to feel some sort of pleasure during? I should have known from my experiences with his grubby hands. It felt so invasive, and almost as if he’d forgotten I was an actual girl and not some weird sex toy. I guess he couldn’t hear my whimpers through all his grunts, but it finally ended. I swear, my vag was in so much pain afterwards. I just curled up in the corner of the couch and let a few little tears ran down the side of my face.
I refuse to have another go-round with him. I’m convinced that wack dick is wack dick, even if I am partially to blame. I mean, how do you totally fuck up sex with a vag like mine? The oral is pretty decent, not that I ever reciprocate. Does that make me wack?
I mean, I really just do not give head. I never have before and I don’t plan on doing it anytime soon. Honestly, ugh.
And yes, I seriously call it my vag… The only pussy I own is my cat.
