I’m inside her again for what feels like the one-hundredth time. It seems like I haven’t been out of her for more than five minutes in the last day and a half. We’d spent the whole day in bed. I can’t believe they’d let us, but now it was time to get up and get to work, but I had to have her one last time to tide me over.
She never once told me no, never once turned me away. I’d had a fear in the back of my mind that she’d have flashbacks or that something I do would trigger a memory that would set her back, but it never happened. Now I think I’m f*cking her as hard and as long as I have been in a bid to erase her past and the ugliness that was done to her even though I know it’s not possible.