His kisses didn't excite me any more for his was no longer that only ones that I've had.
I surprisingly didn't even orgasm for it was not new, but I did feel my self almost at the edge when I thought about a special someone.
When I thought about him.
I hadn't even slept a wink last night, for he had been occupying my thoughts all night, and I felt disgusting and cheap after my night with Miguel
I felt like a fool for always taking him back despite everything that he has done to me.
"You're a nobody, and you are useless! Not even your own mother even wanted you! Not even a single foster parent gave a damn about you! I am all you have!" I remember him yelling at me on the night of my 18th birthday after I had threatened to leave him after I cam home to find him cheating on me again.
He was right though.
He was the only one who took care of me all those years ago and taught me the ropes and skills of survival.
