Lying in bed, telling our life stories between sessions, I mention contacts. He asks if I wear glasses, he asks to see, and I grab the pair on my nightside table within reach. He tells me I look cute, and he fucks me aggressively, which like… would be fine if my ex’s thing wasn’t girls in glasses and if my ex hadn’t pushed me to buy that pair. Like I’m ready for new fetishes.
Glasses
2S: Tales at Twenty-Something 