I often think about what would happen if he found my Reddit account. After all the conversations we’ve had about how much I’m sexually harassed at work, how I confronted you after you laughed at my stories, the way we talked about gender equality… I wrote *this*???
Well, guess what, you fuckable face, you, I meant all of what I said, along with constantly teasing you and trying to sexually torture you. I don’t want to be sexually harassed by the 60-year-old man in scrubs who reeks of cigarettes. He repulses me.
But I DO want to be the ass you’re trying to not look at, the boobs and cleavage you resent yourself for viewing. I want to be the only girl on your mind. I want your sex with every other girl you have be infuriating because it still doesn’t scratch the itch I created.
You resent me, because you need to have me. You need to know how it feels to be inside me, how it feels to make me moan, what my moans sound like, how I writhe when you make me cum, screaming louder and louder… You need me.