You Are Nothing To Her When He's Around
You’ve loved this girl for so long you can’t remember life without her. The sun rises when she texts you in the morning and sets when she comes online every night and tells you all about her day, and all about the dick she gets to fuck. In reality, these guys should never have been allowed a chance with her. They should be paying her their life’s salary. She should be the keeper of their souls and their descendants’ after. But she’s a complete romantic, the ultimate simp when it comes to a big fat juicy cock.
At first you thought she might be overexaggerating. He made you cry during sex? Yea right, she is the drama. But then she showed you a photo she took of his raging member and you felt so broken inside you almost peed blood. Without the right words to say, you played defensive like the little bitch you really are for her. “He’s not that big” and regret consumes you faster than you can stutter out the words. She doesn’t even respond to you, too busy smiling coyly at what she so proudly mounts and ruins herself with every night.
You haven’t been the same since you saw his third leg. You can’t stop thinking about how wide he stretches her out, how she can probably see the indent of his bulge inside her guts. How his balls are so huge it’s a wonder he hasn’t gotten her pregnant yet, because you know there’s no way she’s not taking that whole thing raw, whenever he wants to release. It’s the fact that she’s always been a complete brat to you, and though you’d never, ever think to change a single thing about her, you know she’s not like this with him. You know she eats up anything he says, just like how readily she consumes every last drop of cum he shoves down her throat, windpipe and all.
The sick thing? You can’t stop hoping that she’ll show you more. Maybe another dick pic. Maybe a one second video of his POV, pounding into her from behind. Maybe an audio clip of her moaning the second he enters her, a hymn which you’ll soon turn into your religion. It’s gotten so bad you try to find them in the porn you watch, to no avail. No one can replace them, no one gets them off like you, and yet they don’t even think of you at all. You’re nothing, your dick is nothing, and all you’ll ever be good for to her is as an outlet to gush all of the gooey, creamy details you never asked for but don’t know how you ever went without.
