I lay on the floor and think about how I have pleased you.
I hope that I made you moan enough.
That you are pleased with me.
The floor is softer than most people think. Softer than I deserve.
I curl up and feel selfish. Guilty for wanting more.
Wanting to have more of you. More of your time, your attention, your passion.
I feel closer to you here.
Even though I am ‘beneath’ you. Maybe because of that.
My muscles hurt from my workouts.
And from you taking what you need from me.
I like those pains the best. They actually help me sleep.
Could I have taken more pain? Would that have made you happier?
Should I have begged to cum again? Would you have let me?
I hate to ask. I only want to take what you give me.
To be satisfied with what you chose to share.
I hear you start to breathe heavy above me. At least you can rest.
You will make me what you want. I just hope I am strong enough.
I roll on my back and cover myself with my small blanket.
I know I will dream of you.