DId you ever even love me?

I don’t understand. Was it all in my head? Your beautiful Joseph, was that all in my head?

You sold me out. I would have never done that to you. Tell me it was just my cock, that you never loved me.

Do you remember when you grabbed me under the stairs, you devoured me with your kisses? You got on your knees and licked my cock until I grabbed your shoulders and pulled you to my chest. I felt my cock dripping on your thigh. I turned you around and pushed you against the wall, I tore your panties o and that made you gasp, then I shoved my cock into your ass till you screamed in pain. I’m sure the servants heard everything. Do you remember? I held your mouth shut with one hand and rubbed your wet clit with the other until you came and bit my finger. I love you.

I remember the first time we talked. Or was it all in my head, I don’t know. I fell from the sky, but your eyes lit up instantly. At the end of that day, you looked at me again, and I knew exactly what was going on, but what I didn't know was that you are his wife.

Just tell me why. Why didn’t you mind hurting me?

Hey, do you remember the time we fucked on the grey couch? I always wanted to ask, if you were waiting for me on purpose in that room, if you saw me going there.

I’ve never felt that close to another person. You sat on top of me and started rubbing against my pelvis until my cock was hard as a rock. I felt the heat from your pussy and my heart was racing. Your smell, your pussy’s smell, was intoxicating. You grabbed my cock with your hand and sat on it with your pussy dripping all over it, do you remember that? You galloped up and down, I thought my cock was about to explode. I managed to stop myself until I watched you cum, until I saw your back arching and your nipples nearly scratched my face, your pussy squeezed my cock, and you sucked all the cum out of me. I gave you everything.

I felt you looking at me that whole day. I felt you looking at me, hearing me, thinking about me. I knew you couldn’t get me out of your head. I felt like your beautiful Joseph. I don’t know anymore. What if it was all in my head? It could have just been in my head. I can’t remember anymore, just the stares, just your eyes. I hope I never forget your eyes.

I can’t understand. My love. How can this be?

You told them I hurt you... I would never hurt you... I wanted to be with you.

Do you remember the first time we fucked? Honestly, all I wanted to do was to kiss you. I couldn’t stop thinking about kissing you. I wanted to catch your smell, taste you, I wasn’t going to initiate, I respected the distance, your marriage, I knew you’d come to me, if you wanted.

And maybe this time you didn’t mean to, but you found me at 4 am in the kitchen. Your delicate robe resting on your supple breasts, you looked at me for just one second, and I couldn’t help myself. I held your face with both hands and kissed you like you were mine. Your knees buckled and you grabbed the bread bench, so I picked you up and sat you on top of it. You spread your legs and let me come closer, as our arms kept pulling each other closer and closer. I pulled your ass to me, I’ll never forget the sound you made when you felt my erect cock. I turned you around and bent you over the bench, I held your ass and fucked you until I came on your back. You stayed on the bench for seconds. I don’t know. Maybe it was all in my head.

So tell me, if it was all in my head, if you just needed a good fuck, or if you loved me. And don’t tell me it’s somewhere in the middle. There was nothing middle about us.

Dedicated to D.G. for hurting me into writing.