Woke again restless. My coffee cold and bitter as your parting thought. Your eyes raped my mind. Have you dismissed my existence? You discard me as everyday trash. Have you forgotten I tasted you? I still remember your taste on my tongue, lingering in the air as you begged me to plunge into you. I’ve been deeper than his 6”. I remember your face as you rocked and slid into ecstasy. You’re first time to cum when on top. And, my hand pushing you down to clean your mess. You like playing the whore. Good for all of you getting more than bargained for.