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You said you would pleasure me everytime I asked you to. You used to be so excited about doing so that you even made excuses to come over every single fucking night to pleasure me. It felt good. For as long as I can remember I have always had an overly active, almost insatiable drive, and you were made aware of this. I always loved climaxing and you made that happen for me not only for the specific actions you did to trigger it but for the passion you had when doing so. Even if you weren't too keen on kissing, you did it often with me and hell you seemed to love it.
Things have changed. You have said no to me at least twice for reasons which still do not register in my head. I know there is no one else, but I think you've grown tired of pussy, mine at the very least. You used to love to make me tremble and now I don't feel you even yearn for her anymore. You used to see me and find sneaky ways to touch my pussy or fondle my breasts, yet you make no more effort to do so....
Ironically, I have never been too tired to pleasure you--usually you don't even have to ask at all.
Your once overly active drive (it seemed at once to even rival mine) has diminished down to nearly nothing. I have not been touched the way you once used to. Hell, naked pictures don't do anything for you anymore either. What happeend to all the passion we had. It seems the few times we actually do something, it has just dwindled down to a quick transaction--no kissing, no passion.. Just like orgasm to go.
I figured this would happen at some point..but not this soon.. I am not bad looking. Actually, all the men that pursue me, most would cut off their left nut to be that close to me, yet you..you have it anytime you want, and you don't want it anymore....
And to that, I still love you no less. My demise.
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