I Need to Vent
He's changing me...
Every question, every comment, every reply, even his fucking rants, get to me
Clinging on to my back of my mind burying there way into me the way his penis does after a long workout at the boxing gym...
He comes home exhausted, I ask him if he's okay and he always says the same thing no matter how he looks...
"Yes" I've literally learned to stop asking
Him; "Your not gonna ask me if I'm okay?"
Me: "Your only going to lie, Jonathan."
Him in a murderous tone: "I never lie to you. I may not tell you what you want to hear but I don't ever lie to you! NOW ASK ME IF IM OKAY DAMN IT!!"
Me: "Are you okay asshole?!?!?"
He flashes a devilish grin
Him: "I am now baby he says as he kisses the back of my neck. Just relax baby, I hate to see you all stressed out over nothing" he says as he sweat soaks my clothes and my nipples are exposed through my t-shirt
Every question, every comment, every reply, even his fucking rants, get to me
Clinging on to my back of my mind burying there way into me the way his penis does after a long workout at the boxing gym...
He comes home exhausted, I ask him if he's okay and he always says the same thing no matter how he looks...
"Yes" I've literally learned to stop asking
Him; "Your not gonna ask me if I'm okay?"
Me: "Your only going to lie, Jonathan."
Him in a murderous tone: "I never lie to you. I may not tell you what you want to hear but I don't ever lie to you! NOW ASK ME IF IM OKAY DAMN IT!!"
Me: "Are you okay asshole?!?!?"
He flashes a devilish grin
Him: "I am now baby he says as he kisses the back of my neck. Just relax baby, I hate to see you all stressed out over nothing" he says as he sweat soaks my clothes and my nipples are exposed through my t-shirt
