Thanks be to EBT.
We continued to meet up.
Fuck. Come. Lie.
Our routine was a routine.
I gave, you took.
For a couple of weeks, I was okay with that.
But Ben was on my mind.
He was nice, sweet. He took the time to find out about me.
Me.
Not how many times I could come while in the backseat of a car.
Not how long until the next time he could stick his dick in me.
He made me feel how I wanted you to make me feel.