by Eileen

If more people knew about us, they'd think it was rape, and although this makes me a worse person than the one I am for spreading my legs in the first place… I might let them.

They'd say you plied me with drugs or alcohol, accuse you of forcing my consent, ability dragging your name from my mouth—

Well. Somebody's name. It doesn't matter whose when it's leaking hot and wet into your ear or when I'm opening myself for you regardless of the history we share.

The truth is that while it wasn't always good, I was always willing.

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