I hate that my intimate moments are being shared without my permission. I didnt ask to be involved. What I share with you, in my bedroom, is for us alone. I don’t tell people what you sound like when you cum, what gets you off, what your body looks like, how you pleasure yourself, the medicine you take, the sex toys you use. Why does anyone know what my body does behind closed doors with you? Why do strangers known where I work, where I live, and how my body reacts when I orgasm. Why is my vulnerability put on blast for your validation.
How many times have I expressed my discomfort. How many times have I complained that people on the internet were posting saying they know intimate things about me. How humiliating. The person I trusted with my most intimate, pleasurable moments is sharing it with people I don’t even know. And it’s happening AGAIN! Worse, with people who have actively dislike me. For what reason too? People I’ve never met; strangers.
Get me out of this twisted fucking game. I didn’t consent to any of this. I loved you purely snd passionately. I shared sexual pleasure with you.
I feel so disrespected. And then when I express that, you shutdown. And even after all that, I’m checking in. I’m asking if I missed something when you feel overwhelmed.
I’m tired of these games. Don’t go to my restaurant for dates to taunt me. Don’t go places hoping you can show off girls and see me. Why do you want to hurt me. Do you get pleasure in humiliating me?
How many times do I tell you it hurts. That I don’t want to share things because I worry you’ll use it for someone else. And when I finally do, you do it. Is it truly your ignorance?? Are you really not noticing this?
Or is this malicious. I just truly don’t understand. My heart says it can’t be malicious, but what the hell does this all mean. How can you be so committed to misunderstanding me and doing things I spell out make me uncomfortable. Is this some sort of sick fun for you. To see me squirm. Ugh.
And here I am, leaving you alone like you asked. I bet if I didn’t reach out, you’d let the week go by. Guess we’ll see.
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