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17.Amy
Celia
I don't deserve this. If I'm capable, I could find someone who can treat me better, someone who would not ask me to strip but take my clothes instead, someone who will hand them when he is done screwing me instead of leaving me naked on the bed. There are absolutely many someone who would ask if I want it or not before taking a step. Of course, I want it as much as he does. It is still a wonder how my hands hastened to take his shirt off. Right then,I wanted to touch him, feel his skin against mine. It is all before I caught myself. He didn't let me take my hands back though. We met, fucked, and left. Technically, we are fuck buddies. Well, not exactly buddies. What are we? I don't expect him to be nice to me, but he can be a man right? Maybe a gentle man. Argh! It's Alexander, we are talking about. He will never be a gentleman. At the end of the day, even I'm disappointed, I'm happy, 'cause I successfully held back myself from screaming his name.
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