7 “You Never Know What …

7
“You Never Know What You Have Until It’s Gone”

Yesterday seemed as if it was the first day in while that Shame decided to stick around. I don’t know what it was; if he was into it with all of his bitches or what. In a way, it was strange because I have gotten use to him coming and going. It was at the point where my walls were starting to build and the feelings of resentment were molding into my character. Yet at the very same time, it felt good that he was even here. For just that moment I was under the impression— feeling as if Shame actually gave a damn about us. After texting Darryl, last night, I realized that I would only be hurting myself by playing the same games that Shame was playing. What else can I say, I cared about Shame. As much as I wanted to leave him and let him be. Part of me wanted to at least try. Anything is worth a try right? I think so.
After bathing and climbing into my bed, Shame stretched his arm out, wrapping it around my waste pulling me in close. He told me that he cared about me. As much as I tried to hold back and stand my ground. I gave in. My walls collapsed. Feeling our bodies entwined under sheets caused my body to shutter. Although it was dark in the bed room, I felt his eyes trace my body as he climbed on top of me pulling my oversized t-shirt above my waist. I gasped as he slowly shoved his dick inside of me…

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