The sex was getting me out of my head, and even out of my body as well.
I still wasn't sure if that was happening with my soul but I had the feeling that I might soon lose it to the man who was always making me feel like a woman these past days. I had arrived at his place accepting the invitation to come and all he could do to me was make me feel helpless in bed.
But that was not even my plan, just to come so that he could do with me as much as he pleased.
My plan was to make his life very much miserable. And to make him suffer and pay for the things he did to me the past five years ago.
But I wasn't sure if that's what was happening anymore.
All I could do in his house was to just spread my legs or bend over so that he could out me in the throes of pleasure. And I was enjoying every goddamn moment of it. I could not lie about that part.
