I wish you weren’t so ‘Vanilla’ when it comes down to s**, let alone when trying to love me. I wish that one day, you’d come home and be suddenly similar to a wild animal. Untamed, tear off your clothes and f*** me senselessly, till I’m sore and filled with your c**. But, of course you wont. You probably never will – and unfortunately it’s becoming unbearable that I’m afraid that it will finally come to a conclusion that I would cheat on you or leave you. I try to talk to you, I try to be k****, I even demand for you to f*** me rentlessly but yet, you seem blinded, from this issue. Please, I don’t want to leave you, let alone cheat on you. But you’re hurting us both, and I don’t like this feeling.
