HOW CAN LOVE MAKE YOU DO DISGUSTING THINGS?

I’ve been to hotel rooms before but I never felt so scared in my life. As we enter the room we rented for a few hours, my heart started to pound hard. I wanted to go back but I think it’s too late.

The room is clean and well pleased. I wonder how many couples made love in the same room or did the girl even fell the same feeling I have?

I put my things down, not a luggage but just my knapsack. I felt his hands on my waist and I swear we never been this close before. For a split second, I couldn’t recognize the man I love and knew. E seems so different like the room was enchanted making him act so strangely.

He kisses my nape and his lips travel on my neck. Sure we’ve kissed before but he never kissed me tenderly besides my lips. He never touches my bare stomach while he kisses me – except now.

“You smell good.” He whispered. It never felt sweet to hear considering I didn’t wear any perfume today. And I don’t even know how I smell like and what “good” smells like.

His hands travel down below my belt and I swear I flinched when he reaches for my “in between”. His touch is foreign to me when he put his hands inside my pants. I never felt uncomfortable in my life. How can I let this man touch the very sensitive part of me? how can I let it happen? I never tried doing it myself but I let him do it. He said it feels good though I stayed stoned and let myself be touched.

He put my pants down. At first I hesitated but he was persuasive. He started to undress me until I felt a chill on my body. When I was completely naked, I covered myself with my hands though it was all so useless as I am now exposed.

He smiled and started to undress himself. When he was completely naked, I stared down to his “thing.” How can he seem so comfortable when I am not? He placed his hands on my shoulders and took me to bed. He slowly places me on the bed like a porcelain doll. And he on top of me.

He started to kiss me on the lipss like the same kiss we usually do when we are alone. But his kiss started to get lustful and aggressive. I never felt the corners of my lips wet with saliva. He never suck my tongue until now. his lips and tongue traveled far and wide – on my neck, shoulders, and my breast he brought his ace up to look at me. He smiled and I hate it when he feels all right even when I feel disgusted and disrespected.

Then he kissed the same parts all over again. He traveled down to my stomach. He grabbed my legs and placed them apart to see mine. I don’t think he notices me when I squeeze my eyes shut to hide my embarrassment as he exhibits me.

Then I felt his wet lips and tongue on it. I thought I was about to pee but all my juices got out. I never though I have those in me and I have to admit that it feels so good to let it out. I felt my legs weaken.

When it was over, I heard him ripped a plastic of condom. I waited for something to happen until I felt the pain below me. it was so painful that I felt blood on it. He enjoys every thrust and vibration while I feel like I was being abused.

He let out a deep breath while I let my tears fall. My body stopped vibrating and the bed was still again. He lay down beside me while gasping for air. He kisses my tears away and whispered something in my ear. How could sex feel good and delicious? How could he say he loves me when he doesn’t care about what I am feeling? Is having sex supposed to be a one-sided feeling? Does he really love me? Because I don’t know how love can make him do disgusting things to me.