"It hits so hard, holding onto my chest. Maybe you left your mark, reminding me to forget.” -Kygo
There are millions of abusive relationships out there. They can be slightly abusive, where he/she will make remarks that hurt your feelings constantly, or they can be full-fledged physical abuse. This does not make it any less or more hurtful. It isn't a competition of who is more abused, but I have seen many people denounce others for crying "abuse" over small remarks. If you are not happy and feel trapped, then you have every right to get out of that toxic relationship.
The end was put to my suspense when he slowly entered inside me. Once he was fully inside, we simultaneously moaned and I deepened the arch in my back. He placed his hands on my lower back and began stroking me aggressively. As he got rougher, I gripped the headboard to steady myself. Between my many moans of passion and his grunts of desire the intensity continued to build. “Your pussy is so wet,” he said through heavy breaths. I moved my hips back in response causing him to go even deeper. He gripped his left hand tight around my waist and with his right hand let his thumb play around my other hole. He slowed his stroke while his thumb went deeper.
The three types of loves you will encounter:
When I was 12 I wrote a lot. What did I write about? Romance. Did I know anything about love at that age? Actually, in my own terms, yes. My stories were the dorky kissing under the moon type. I bet no one would read them, but they made me less lonely. At that age, I wasn't expecting to have a boyfriend, but I loved the idea of someone thinking about me. I read cheesy romance mangas, watched "the best top ten kissing movie scenes" on YouTube, and fantasized about my crush in my own romantic world. Silly? Yes. But I know we all do it. We love love. We all want a Jim and Pam relationship and wish to find that person who just gets us. Me on the other hand, I was just born a romantic. I loved crushing, flirting, but never committing. Why? Relationships are not easy. If they were easy, pretty much the whole world would be in one. I am a picky person. At this age, it’s ok to be, but at 12! I was already judging half the guys at my school! I didn’t like clingy insecure guys. I was sure of myself and very mature for my age, which imitates a lot of people, even my own family. If we flash forward to high school, I wasn't in the spotlight. I was never asked to prom, never dated a popular guy, never hit all the bases until junior year. Oh, did I mention? I was super sheltered. My mom and I are best friends, but I was still a virgin and had no idea what a BJ was.... isn't that a restaurant?