Dexter, I deleted your number. I stopped talking to you bc I’m a good girl. I’m a virgin. I’m pure. I’m waiting until marriage… & you’re…. just…… too…. dangerous for a girl like me. You always know exactly what to say. You’re subtle grin is too overwhelming. Your mere texts are extremely arousing & every time I think of you at night, it’s a fantasy of me being completely seduced by you. You devoure me into submission. That time when you embraced me, it was honestly the most intimate I’ve been with a man. It felt like, what a girl having an o***** looks like. You smelled so good. Your arms were sturn. Warm. I held my composure. I ended the hug quickly even though I didnt want to let go. I’m too inexperienced. Too sensative. Too suddenly aroused. Too … Easy? I think that you know exactly who I am & what you’re doing. You’re deliberately teasing me. You know I want it. You know how to mame want it. You know I’m not supposed to want it. Not only am I not supposed to desire these things of someone who isnt my husband, you wont give it to me unless I beg. And I know you’d make me beg. You’re so cruel. A girl like me? Begging for s**. Its so ungodly. But….. If that hug was just a little bit longer & a little bit tighter & your words were a little bit closer to my ear & instead of your breath, it was your lips on my neck……. I would have been your slave. And you know it. And I’m playing with fire. You’ve done this before. With many girls I’m sure. You cant be easily undone like I can.. I pretend when I’m with you, like I’m not overheating with arousal.. Dexter, you dont want to be with a girl like me. You just want to ravish & ruin a girl like me.