night five: I invent an argument, shrug his advances off, roll over and go to sleep
night six: we're both drunk and worn out, and so we pass out
night seven: I submit. He wants a lot. I give it to him. It hurts.
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...And as I fuck her hard, and with urgency...she begins to freak out. I'm holding her firmly in place, and I realise that I have a hand tight round her throat as I pound at her...and she must think that I'm trying to strangle her. Kill her, possibly. But I'm not. It's just that...I know someone who would like it done that way...and I was thinking of Her.
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