I sat across from Daniel on our third date and slowly nodded in acknowledgment at what he had to say. I don’t remember the words, but I remember he talked about his family. His wife. His children… And his pets. His wife stayed at home all day with their children, but lacked the energy to give him the undivided attention he needed… Apparently. I didn’t feel bad for him, though. I felt bad for her. I felt bad she had to deal with this self absorbed asshole. I don’t know why I settled for him. He was older. He was an asshole. Maybe that’s what I needed at that moment, though. And despite my usual rule of never sleeping with a married man, I broke it that night.
He took me back to his hotel room, and had wasted virtually no time. He was aggressive, and I needed that. He had put his mouth up to my neck and inhaled me. Bit me… And I remember feeling instantly soaked. The pain I felt towards everything and everyone else at that moment became completely channeled into Daniel. He wrapped his arms around me and unzipped my dress. It fell down to my ankles, and he looked at my body. I felt judged. He was analyzing me, and I found that sexy. I wanted him to find that small mole next to my bellybutton sexy, I wanted him to find my breasts attractive, and my hair soft. I wanted approval. He pinned my hands up with his one hand, and the other went around my throat firmly. This just made me more and more excited. He slapped me, he spat on me, and called me a filthy whore, and at that moment, I wanted to be his whore. I sucked his dick like a good little bitch, and I let him put it in my ass. I was a cum dumpster. That’s what I wanted to be. I wanted approval.
I never saw him after that. I left with my hair looking like trash, my make up running, and I went home and cried. I cried because I felt like a slut, I cried because I missed Objection, and I cried because I enjoyed the sex. That night I deleted my SA account, too, and decided to focus on myself.
Hi, my name is Elsy. I enjoy the smell of the ocean, but I have an insane fear of drowning. When I’m underwater, I usually start having panic attacks and immediately come back up. As I look out to the ocean now, I can’t help but wonder if people have drowned in this sea. The other day I went swimming with dolphins for the first time, and I have an amazing natural tan… Objection thinks it’s sexy at least.