Still fucking his toes I grabbed his cock removing it from my mouth, looking directly into his eyes I said.“Would you like to fuck my ass and then c...ome in my face?”Not saying a word he pulled me toward him, still laying on his back. He speared my pussy with his hard cock as I straddled his hips. Riding his cock for all I was worth I fucked him till my orgasm prevented me from fucking at this frenzied pace. Holding him tightly I screamed out for him to fuck my ass and come on my face. Lifting me. Her hands were shaking as she finished up her paperwork, avoiding him until the end of her shift. Who did he think he was anyhow? She had figured out after their last time together that she was nothing more than a good time to him. These thoughts ran through her mind as she headed home. A few hours sleep and a night out with her friends would get him off her mind and out of her system. Mel slept fitfully most of the day, finally getting up and slipping into a nice hot bubble bath. Laying back. She may’ve been stupid enough to cheat on him, but she wasn’t so dumb to think that she could handle the guilt of not coming clean. It had not been as easy to confess as she had first thought it might’ve been. He seemed to have just completely disappeared. She had been around to his flat, only to be told that he had packed up and left the day before. She was unable to call him, because she knew he didn’t have his phone. She had eventually ended up at his sister’s house, where she finally. I manage to get another three or four lines down before I break off. Shit, I can feel myself slipping, got to occupy myself. All I can think about is how much I hate myself, my body, my life. I shouldn't have started writing; it's brought all the feelings out again.All I can do is think these days, and when a thought starts going round in my head it's difficult to stop it and it's not fair its not fairitsnotfair I HATE this shell - this useless body that insults my every waking thought -.