We fuck. We both know this. We make love, we get kinky, we straight out have quick fucks when we feel like it.

It's great oh holy God is it great. Im scared though.

What if we forget our love and this turns into only lust? We turn into nothing but booty calls for each other. What then?
What would I even do?

Selfish to think of myself first but in this case I think it's okay to. You're the last person I meed to pull into this Hell known as sin. I am the sin. I am nothing but this gross sinful shit head and I can not and will not take you down with me.

At least that's what I tell myself. Then I end up getting fucked by you again and you know what happens? I cry as you're drilling into me and for a moment you stop thinking something is wrong but I hide it and play ot off.

You're pace becomes slower and it turns into a love making session.

At the end of it. It ends in a different way. You hold me as the little spoon instead of the other way and you kiss my tan skin as I fall asleep.

When I wake up first (like I normally do) you're still asleep so I go to get out of bed. Do you want me to leave and call me when you need me?

Then something unexpected happens. You grip my left wrist and look up at me with one red eye open and the other smushed agsinst the pillows.

"Stay." You mumble sleepily with that grin on your face.

It's at that moment a small flicker of hope is on me that we will be okay, but I pull away from you. I'll be right back but right now I really need to piss.