She was mean, degrading and had made me feel like shit more than she made me feel good, but it kept me coming back, it kept me begging. Even when she ...ithheld sex from me and told me that she didn’t think that I deserved it, I felt like I had to stay with her and prove something. It turned me into a submissive and the one fantasy that I couldn’t get out of my head after she broke up with me was me down on my knees at the mercy of another man. Of course, even better would be at the mercy of a. I could feel some in her flesh, muschles, skin and nerves, but those sensations were something I had to focus on to register. I thought of the plaster of Paris model of my cock she had made and used inside the tub, and how it had melted away, dissolved. We had done some sex energy things before and during its creation, and I had jokingly thought of it as “me” in a way. Maybe that was how? And it had dissolved inside her as she used it, or me, and maybe some of it, some of me, got absorbed into. ’ She wanted to shout at him. ‘Don’t leave me again… I miss you so much!’ she stayed silent and so he left her alone, to enjoy her solitude and loneliness. * She pottered restlessly through her day, trying to keep busy, but not being able to settle on anything. She was impatient to be with Daniel again, and he was all she could think about. She dug through her wardrobe looking for something special to wear, but she didn’t have much luck. Finally she settled on a little tight fitting black. We would text here and there, but nothing too much. If she wanted to go back to a normal friendship, then I would accept that, although I would be a little sad about it.In the meantime, I was frequently joining in with Rachel and Eric. It was always so hot watching them. Sometimes it was so passionate, other times it was rough fucking. They could often be very humiliating to me, which turned us all on. I was constantly eating his cum, either from her delicious pussy, or off her big, beautiful.