I looked around the room and saw everything else was the same.Suddenly the doorknob started to turn. I stood up from the bed, ready to defend myself i... need be. But when the door opened, in strode the most handsome man I had ever seen. His short hair was a shade red darker than that of the walls. His eyes glowed a bright golden amber. His lips were puffy but not so much to create a feminine look. His cheek bones perfectly chiseled. He wore a black t-shirt that fit so tightly I could see his abs. I submitted to his kiss willingly and whimpered when he pulled away and got off the bed. I was disappointed for two seconds before he pulled off his jeans and boxers, leaving his cock standing at attention. I was in awe, craving to have him take me. He raised an eyebrow at my jeans and I immediately tore them off leaving my panties on to tease him. He climbed on top of me hugging his strong arms around me and spreading my legs. He rubbed his cock against my pussy, already soaking from waiting. I couldn't make her happy and setting her free was the best thing I could do for her. Even if it did hurt the both of us. It's better this way though. I can't even make myself cheerful at the littlest things now. How was I going to maintain a happy relationship when I'm hell bent on giving myself nothing but punishment?It's so sad that I let someone break me like this. Causing my life to turn upside down and make me hate life as well as myself. I can't even believe in myself anymore. I've lost. I shut off the memory as quickly as I shut off the water. As I stepped from the shower, I heard the door open and saw him standing there, pants pulled on but not buckled, no shirt. He really wasn’t that great looking, but just…sexy. He just exuded sex. His lopsided grin as he looked at me. I pulled the towel across me at which point he exploded with laughter. “Don’t give me that coy act, girlie, after you’ve been screaming, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, for the last hour.” His high pitched.