It was so hard not to tell you how much I want to f*** you right now.
God the sound of your voice is so s***, I think about how fun it used to be when we kissed, and how good it would feel if you went down on me, or I spread my legs and had you thrusting inside me. I have to keep reminding myself how annoying it would be if the situation was reversed, if they only reason someone talked to me was to sexualy and objectify me. But Jesus f*** every time we talk I’m fighting not to say something. But when I asked for it, you stood me up, so I guess it’s just a closed door. That’s fine, I just need to take matters into my own hands