Publisher's Synopsis
Previously, I needed to be with someone to feel content, to have someone love me to feel loved. Breaking up with past relationships was so painful because it felt as if I was breaking up--- as if I was being torn from a part of myself.
It was heartbreaking because I gave him all my love and affection, but little did I know that he only wanted to satisfy what is in between his legs. I opened up to him, we'd have sex regularly.
I remember the first time we met, I was so into him because of his looks. I view a man who makes me laugh as more intelligent, better able to provide, and more physically attractive. Also, perceived his potential ability to make me laugh to indicate how happy the relationship will be in the long term. I thought he likes me too not knowing that he was only attracted to my look-- those perky big booty of mine, my perky breasts with long sharped nipples that he used to fumble on and make me cum uncontrollably, those long legs of mine that he always kisses from my little cute toe to my panties before removing them while I hold my breath, those my blue Ivory eyes, those my pink lips that he always savors like ice cream, my milk clear skin, my long natural hair that need no wigs, and my well-kept nails, hands, and feet, etc, was the only thing he wanted and I foolishly or better still, I was so naïve and succumbed to my lost of thought. I am a very attractive lady that any man will have a wet dream at just staring at me. hail you! Don't crush on me ooo! Because I'm married.
I remember the time I moved to his appointment for seven days. We ate Chinese takeout. He fucked. We ordered pizza. He fucked. We watched TV. He fucked. Everything for him is just sex; sex everywhere even in the bathroom, the kitchen, on the couch, and even in his car.
He even tried to create and formulate walking-sex, a process where we will be naked walking around in the parlor and his dagger will be inside me pouring honey of ice cream, but I subjected to it after our first attempt, though we really enjoyed the whole adventure. But little did I know that I was only a sex toy for him. But love is not sex, it took me time to realize that him having sex with me almost always doesn't mean he loves me.
What I discovered was that I had to learn to be whole. And when I started to work on that, my life changed.
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