#creepconfession

🖤 MY GIRL CALLS ME CREEP (and I think I like it)

She tells me put on sunglasses, sit on the couch, stroke it slow till the key turns in the lock.

"Don’t stop when I walk in." That’s her rule.

She says wait for her in the shower but don’t speak. Stand behind her, silent, like steam is a sin and I’m freezing for it.

I’d rather lose feeling in my toes than scald my balls in her goddamn power stream.

She tells me peek in on her when she pees. She doesn’t want privacy. She wants witness. An audience for the everyday holy.

She says "move your hands." Calls my dick her vibrator. Takes what she wants, like she bought me with pocket lint and lip gloss.

And when she says "choke me when I come," she means it. She bites the word harder than my fingers press her throat.

She makes me smell her underwear like it’s evidence. Like I owe her rent and the payment is pussy scent. Sometimes she shoves it in my face like she’s mad I didn’t beg first.

And yeah— I get hard. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t already addicted to the way she wants to see herself on my breath.

She says “when I want cream, I’ll take it.”

And she does. Strokes me until I’m hollow. Swallows like a queen signing the end of a battle. Pushes me back like I was never the weapon— just the ritual.

She calls me creep.

And I’m cool with it.

But the other day, she curled into my arms and cried when she said she loved me.

Said she prayed I never leave her life.

One day I’ll tell her I prayed for the same thing.

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