Just cry if you need to, in future. This should have made me happy, but it sounded like she was giving up. Afterwards, it’s understandable if you need to… “I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re being deliberately insulting.”
“Sorry.” she half whispered. I don’t need validation from anyone else, you know? “It’s not pathetic.” I said. Giving up on the idea that I would ever make her my girlfriend, that I’d ever treat her as an equal. Using only my cock I’d made her submit to me, helped her find that state of mind that she craved, driving every worried thought and stress from her head and replacing it with pure physical sensation. “Yeah, that was one of the things.” she said, “But there were a few things that I… It’s all just patch-work bullshit made up of outdated moralities and sloppy adjustments to rapid cultural changes.”
I shook my head, realising I was getting off topic. She pressed her head against my chest and inhaled shakily through her mouth, not saying a word.
