I thought it was my husband who had been so viciously playful. Who had nipped my neck in the dark and pulled my clothes into bunches as he forced me over and took me with passion. I thought….. until the timer for the light came on and I saw in the mirror, his son’s face. I didn’t even know he’d come back for spring break, as he was supposed to go on some boys trip. I should’ve been angry, jumped up, smacked him… something…. But in truth, it just felt so fucking good….. now all I can think about is how I’m supposed to stop it from happening again, but in truth…. I know there’s a big part of me that doesn’t want to.
