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He knew me, I knew him. Curiosity killed the cat. I didn’t touch the big presents. It was just that one little one. It was like it was watching me forlornly, begging to be opened. And it wasn’t even wrapped prettily. Brown paper, white string. Not even a gift tag. Movies free online sex. He’d written on the paper in his cursive handwriting. To Eva. From Kent. I’d told myself he wouldn’t notice while knowing he would. And even then, I hadn’t tried to cover my tracks. The smart thing to do would’ve been to carefully slit in open in such a way that it could be easily resealed and made to look untouched. Online sex hd free.
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But no. I’d torn the goddamn paper like a child. Was it worth it? To get to the pretty box beneath, to open it and see the goddamn butt plug shining out at me? It made my stomach drop. Excitement clashed with unease. It was so big. So silver. And all of a sudden, I was in so much trouble. Zuzana light zuzana sexy. I could have run away; gone home to the apartment I never slept in anymore. Kent wouldn’t have chased me, at least not immediately. But I would have felt even worse. So what did I do? I stowed the ruined present in the bedside table and awaited my fate. I cooked dinner for him. Chat and sex. Spaghetti Bolognese.
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I even went and bought goddamn butterscotch ice-cream. I took the clothes from the dryer, ironed them. I rearranged the bookcase into alphabetical order. I moved the coffee table so it was exactly a foot away from the edge of the rug. Homemade webcam porn videos. I actually measured the goddamn distance. I painstakingly waxed my snatch. I changed my clothes, brushed my hair, dabbed on his favourite perfume. I put on a Frank Sinatra album. Things hadn’t been good for over a week. Maybe the silence between us was what had prompted me to open the present. Malchishka vidochat porno. It wasn’t even about the present.
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It was about attention. I told myself this coldly. I was an attention whore, always had been, and always would be. And not brave enough to ask for the attention. I wasn’t the kid who put myself forward to be Mary in the Nativity play. Live cam arab sex. I was the low-key nameless angel who purposefully tripped over the manger and got stared at disapprovingly.
Attention. Even though it was bad, even though I was told off, I still loved it. Kent knew. He’d know what I’d done, why I’d done it and he’d give me what I craved. Malaysian chat sex web. But would it fix the standoff? I hated myself for ever arguing with him.
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But he could be so tiresome at times, so stubborn. He wanted commitment, whatever the hell that meant. Apparently it wasn’t enough that I let him do what he pleased to me. No. He’d gone out and bought a goddamn diamond ring, got down on one fucking knee and expected me to melt with joy, as if marriage was the thing that would complete us. Liz03 indiansex vioce chat. The ring ended up back in his pocket. We ended up fighting. We still fucked but it wasn’t the same. It was angry, defiant, more hate than love. I don’t know why I fought about it. Any sensible girl would’ve smiled and been happy. But the ring offended me.
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I hated diamonds, and what they were supposed to represent. Josephine gillan sex. I didn’t want to fall into a cliche. I heard Kent’s key in the lock. Simultaneously, my heart sank, my stomach turned and my snatch flushed with wet heat. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. I was standing in the kitchen. Maybe he was hungry. I hoped he was hungry. Sex dating evansville mature women. I only ever cooked to see him eat. Jesus. Jesus. It wasn’t worth it. None of it was going to be worth it.
Maybe he’d still hate me. Maybe he didn’t want to play my stupid, pathetic, messed-up games. I knew each sound he made. The door shutting.
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What if he hated me? What if he was through? He didn’t speak and to fill up the silence I was suddenly talking fast.

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