CARLA

I am such an idiot. One minute saying his d**k was small and another minute begging him to fuck me. My body seems to be deciding everything I do for me now. And here we've had another session of sex. This is my paid job, the main part of the contract. To satisfy his sexual urges.

We both laid on the bed breathing heavily. I stared at the ceiling not minding my nakedness. It is very clear what I feel for this man. But I can't say it out. How do I say it out? He is not that ...