I stagger back and as the pain in my tongue dies down to a dull roar, I stare at Amber as she screams for me to let her go and thrashes about on the bed and I think angrily, “She was enjoying our kissing! Xxnx Breathless, I stop beating on her and look down on her, wondering why she toys with my emotions in this way, why she doesn’t see me as her lover. I lay down on the bed with her kissing her face, ignoring her sobbing grimaces, and murmuring how great a fuck she is and how wonderful she feels. whore… and slut and.. I feel angrier than I ever had through the whole night, knowing that, once again, another woman has used me!
