The friction hurt as he settled inside of me, beginning to slowly grind absent-mindedly as he watched a show. Sometimes I would face him and simply turn away, but most of the time I never had to. Sex I checked the living room. Wasn’t he tired of me? I said nothing. My body ached when I woke. Dragging my shorts down to my knees. Dragging my shorts down to my knees. Coach didn’t lie. I stood there confused until I whirled around at the sound of his voice. No. During the day he acted like he hated me. During the day he acted like he hated me. This was suppose to be my escape. Hard past pants would escape me, he’d fill my insides with his seed and leave me there to collapse on my bed sheets. I know, because he’d whisper it was my fault as he rammed into me. I know, because he’d whisper it was my fault as he rammed into me. I’d stay up all night if I had to. Shoving himself fully into me, my frame shaking from the exertion of his thrusts. Wasn’t he tired of me? It beckoned him.
