Where did we stop?

Gwen

I should stop this. This is not okay at all. I should not indulge in it. I should make him pay for doing this to me. He had no right whatsoever to touch me this way or make me feel the things that he was making me feel.

This was all wrong.

I should not feel horny because my ex-fiancee was touching me all over, and I was allowing him to. I indulged him. This is not me. Not at all.

The fact that I was the strong one that did not allow any man to touch me for all these years does not mean that I did not have any self-respect or that I didn't have needs. I was not attracted to other men mainly. But there were some other nights where my feelings got the best of me and I touched myself thinking of him.

It has only been him for me. No other man.

Still, it doesn't make any sense that I succumb like this.

“Stop, this Charles. Let go of me.” I said with all of the strength I had and pushed his head away from my boobs. My hands were on either side of his head, and I was about to remove