He Made Me Love Him
Don't judge a book by it's readers
He pushed me on the bed, just like other guys did. I just layed there, staring at the ceiling while he did his buisness. His hands roam around my waist and up to my arms, trailing his fingertips slowly while he attacked my neck with his soft lips and tongue. His nice cologne entering my nostrils as I inhaled.
I closed my eyes, thinking on how pathethic my life is. The warm feeling on my neck disappeared, making me look up and only to make eye contact with this guy.
"You're really unique," he said in a low voice. "And it bothers me,"
Ideas are originally mine, fullstop. I'm gonna use 'Kai' for this story of mine. Enjoy!