I forgot that I wrote this. I feel like this again.

“Your Body is so tense, what’s wrong?” he asked. “Nothing, I’m just stressed” I replied. I wasn’t there in the room, my mind was elsewhere. “Relax, babe. I’m going to make you feel better.” And with that, he lay me down on the bed and ran his hands all over me. “You have the best fucking body, don’t ever think any different, I think it’s fucking hot.” I wish he would shut up. His fingers found my cunt and he started to finger me. I decided this was about the time to begin the theatrics. I changed my breathing so as to appear like I was enjoying it. I combined the breathing with tiny, convulsing movements and he believed the act. His hand paused, and he leaned in towards me, “Em, you have the most perfect pussy, it’s so fucking nice.” Was that supposed to turn me on? I hate having things like that said to me. He then proceeded to move his head between my thighs, his tongue found my clitoris, and I found out that on the odd occasion, men can multi-task, as he fingered me at the same time. My mind wasn’t in it, my heart wasn’t in it, I just wanted him to leave, so while laying there I said softly, “I think you should fuck me.” With a moment’s pause, I could hear him removing his boxers and crawling back on to the bed. For the first time since he lay me down, I opened my eyes and in the dim light of the room, I saw his skinny, pale body, the hair on his chest and his dumb facial expression. I closed my eyes again and went elsewhere as he started to fuck me. I made sounds, I dug my nails into his back, I thought about my tax refund and how I needed to do my laundry. He continued thrusting but then paused to say, “do you want me to fill your mouth?” Wow, the things men say during sex. “I’d rather you use a condom to be honest, here, have one.” I threw a condom at him and waited. once protected, he came back to my body, penetrated me, fucked me hard. I made sounds and I moved my body to give him a sense of satisfaction. I could tell he was about to come, so I readied myself for my final act. I began to fake my orgasm and with an almighty grunt and thrust from him, I knew it was over. We lay there in the dark and his hands found my body again, then his lips found my lips. His hands were gentle now as they ran lightly up and down my spine. This is the business for me, this is what I’m really after. To give him credit, it wasn’t bad sex, but it’s the lying quietly afterwards, the heartbeats and the light panting that I value the most. I’ve never been in it for the pleasure, I’m not sure anyone could actually ever pleasure me. I’m in it for the companionship. I hate being alone and sex makes people stay.. at least for the night.