Dear lady who was once a dream of mine,
Our lives are entwined for some reason and whether you care or not will be forever linked by negative forces.
Why you felt you needed to play with me as if I was a teenager again will always bother me. From day one you were creating the script that had only one outcome, complete disaster for me and no change in your world. You knew exactly how I felt about you and yet you led me on like a lemming to the sea. Why? First you dangled your sexuality and seemingly shared want only to change the entire narrative to be the “just friends” after I was ensured of wanting that second platter of you. Easy enough to have stated at the outset but you chose to give me a series of small tastes before slamming the bathroom door in my face and completely changing your demeanor towards me. It ain’t nice to fool with Mother Nature. I am not casting the first stone at you, that was reserved for myself. I was and continue to be a grade “A” douche and literally am disgusted with myself for getting on that merry go round yet again. Yes I know my failings but I now know how deep your hate for me runs. Has to be hate, why else would you have allowed me to travel that distance, take those risks, say and do the things you did to further my want and then just clip my balls off. You were wronged that badly that I was a good outlet? Nope!
I was just another play toy to keep on the string for your own enjoyment. Jesus woman, what the hell did I do to warrant that treatment? Was I wanting to ravage your body? Yes I was! I wanted to eat every inch of you and didn’t hide it for a second. I was honest, a cheater and an asshole, but honest with you at least. Don’t ask me why you became this legend in my mind from when we got together many moons ago. I couldn’t honestly tell you if you were a good lover or not, I actually remember more about your tainted friend you hooked me up with than I do about you. She was a great lover. You had a perfect pussy and that I do remember like it was last week. A perfect mound of delicious pussy and maybe that’s all that’s to it. I wanted to see and taste that again. I know years and kids change the real estate but you had carved out a major place in my imagination and I have no regrets over wanting a second helping. With that said, would I have needed a tounge condom? Was that the hesitation? I don’t know, if yes thank you for saving me that indignity, I appreciate never getting a STD.
So how do brass tacks taste? Like shit?
Keep playing the innocent bystander and by the way I believe you were and are screwing a married guy already so fuck your bullshit “ I know how it feels” routine. That shit will blow up in his face if it hasn’t already. The bitch of it is, you will just step off the dick and sit on another.
Well I have said enough with the exception of:
“No surprise a perfect pussy should be a tool of a perfect cunt”
Glad to have known you, not so much.