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secondhand slut  (with Indie)

I’m on the toilet  
listening to your jizz  
plop out of me before  
you could bother to ask me  
if I got off  
   
It was 178 silent strokes  
from a mediocre man,  
and I cooed over you like  
size actually matters,  
as if being well hung makes you  
an interesting person  
let alone a good fuck  
   
Cause you fucked me like  
you'd preferred I was a corpse  
and while I tried to feel anything  
that tastes like passion  
   
you thought of her  
 
and how tonight her legs  
are wrapped around her boyfriend’s face  
as he makes her scream  
   
while you can barely make me moan  
   
and I wonder what the hell I was thinking  
when I chose booze and sadness  
as a good combination  
for a one-night stand  
   
But resentment took the pain away  
at least for the short time  
so there's that  
   
I lent you my body  
let you pump and dump  
after licking the outside  
of my left labia for  
six goddamn minutes  
while I fake moaned  
and made a to-do list  
(dishes, laundry, pick up dry-cleaning)  
so that I wouldn't think of her too  
   
so I that I wouldn't think of  
the way her legs will wrap  
around her boyfriend's face  
tonight  
instead of mine  
   
Because it's always been about her  
   
and I've tasted all of her  
my tongue in her mouth  
and between her thighs  
her fingernails marking  
bloody love trails across  
my back to remind me she'd  
been there  
she'd fucking been there  
   
and I wish I was the one  
still fucking her  
instead of her boyfriend  
instead of you  
   
but I'll take this degrading  
one night stand instead  
and wonder about the last time you showered  
and if her cum was still on your cock  
when you slipped it inside me  
   
tonight you took advantage of an  
out of your fucking league  
out of your realm  
out of your goddamn universe  
beautiful slut like me  
with angel lips and a cunt heart  
   
and I let you  
   
because her sweat    
was in your pores  
and if I could press  
my skin close enough  
maybe I could feel her love  
(again)  
   
under all of this  
lust and self  
loathing  
   
that has me chasing memories  
instead of self respect  
with a man that can't make me cum
Written by Betty
Published
Author's Note
Indie broke my collab cherry, and she hit it so good I can’t fucking walk!

Please give it up to the talented, beautiful, sexy-as-fuck Indie.

Hey…. Indie? Thank you. This was amazing.

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