His ToyI was his toy. There was no other explanation than that. He used me, but personally, I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the way he threw me around and fucked me roughly. Call me a masochist, because I personally thought I was one too.More Like This
He didn't love me, this was obvious to me at least. Of course, I loved him. The first time we met, we were considered a couple. We would buy coffee and chat for a while, to get to know each other. Although on my part I considered it as the two of us getting to know each other, he considered it as luring me into his strong but abusive arms. His warm touch was so new to me the first time we fucked. Of course it was fucking; we never made love. For the love I felt for him was not mutual.
I was sure there must have even been other girls he took before and after my "sessions" with him. I never stayed over whenever we had our "appointment." Whether it was 1 pm in the morning or just 6 in the evening, immediately once we were done (or when he was done) I slipped my