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February 20, 2011
He is so convinced of his ability to seduce me. I say no, but he presses on, and I am not strong enough to push his hands away. His mouth is on mine, and for a moment, I think of biting his tongue. Of screaming. But no, he would be angry. And anyway, I love him, don't I? So I kiss back.

He is inside now, but I am not seduced. I beg for lube--for anything--but he can't be bothered to stop. Finished, I curl in a ball, and he throws me a towel.

"What's wrong?" he asks.