The pain may have stopped but now I felt used and humiliated. And because of that mark, neither do you. Mature sex I wrapped it in gauze. Because I made that mark on you, you technically belong to me. It felt so wonderful. “Are you…?” I couldn’t finish my sentence. He sensed the darkness in your soul. At around midnight, I dropped my phone on my neatly made bed, left the note I had written, and climbed out the window. “There. I had texted my master saying I was leaving him because I realized I wasn’t that into him. I put my headphones in and just zoned. I was completely enveloped in his feel, his taste, his scent, and his hands.
