* urge to urinate

P. S. While Marko was driving, I asked him about the girl he fucked in a bungalow. It hurts me, and at the same time it turns me on to think of him with someone else. I remember the evening after we had s** for the first time ever, I returned to his car to kiss him – some girls from my neighborhood were watching us, they giggled and were like, “Is that her?” – I kissed him passionately and I told him I’d love to watch him with another woman. Also, I remember when I masturbated his d*** for the first time. He shivered like he was struck by a thunderbolt. He rubs my c*** so good and when he presses his crotch against mine, my womb could almost burst out of pleasure. As he was driving last night, I scratched his skin and dug my nails into his flesh, I squeezed his c*** and balls in my hand very hard. He didn’t object. Then I proceeded to kiss his arms, caressing them with my lips just like I do to his p****. He has big biceps and his arms are big and strong because he lifts weights. I took my right breast out of the bra and rubbed it on his arm. I want him to t****-f*** me. He sucked my t*** and slapped my a** cheeks, making me his w****. I’d gladly get on the pill, since I really want him to c** inside me again and again. And sometimes I fantasize of him impregnating me, even if that means I’ll have to get an abortion. There’s so much I would tell him if I could. However, I ignored his good night text. My emotions are such a mess…

Maya