A scruff gentleman asked for a bedtime story.
I think I really failed
Not my choice. But I’ve begun my career as a cumrag with a mouth.
Apparently, even surprisingly so to me, I’m quite equipped for it.
What I’ve learned is.
I have a face to sit upon. A mouth to stretch and excavate all while yelling all manner of encouragement, including but not limited to “take it all. Love that pussy” and “oh fuck dude oh fuck dude oh fuck dude”.
Yet my shirt remains on and not even myself has the motivation to lower my hands and take care of what I can only believe is a disappointment.
A mess left on my face, my choice, and, for the first time, no guy saying “you suck great but you’re ugly” like last time…or some iteration of the time before.
I wish i were asexual in addition to aromantic.
Because right now…this doesn’t scratch an itch.
Now I’m canvassed with a rash to remind me I’m unattractive.