Tuesday 5/09/2006 11:27:00 PM

I think it was the sound of him urinating with the door closed that was my turning point. How could someone stick their face in my pussy and then close the door to take a piss? How could someone watch me stick their dick in my mouth countless times and then close the door?

It wasn't the door. It was the sound it made. The latch clicking. He didn't just swing it. He turned the knob and made sure it had caught.

That's when I knew I meant nothing to him.

Those doors.

I still have so much to learn from them.

Anonymous said...

damn girl...

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