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Ghost

May

It ’ s dark and cold. The rain is coming down in buckets and I ’ m at the end of my rope. I’m drenched and aggravated beyond belief while I stand in the woods, watching and waiting for her to do something that will feed life into my limp dick. She ’ s become someone I no longer recognize. This is unacceptable. I ’ ve sacrificed too much only to be given nothing in return. I used to know her better than she knew herself. The past seven months have been tough on her but this husk of a person is no longer the fiery pinnacle of my obsession. I ’ ve waited long enough for her to pull herself out of this rut that she ’ s in. Her lifeless existence ends now, I ’ m sick of being unfulfilled, wasting my time following her. The thought of her now doesn ’ t even tent my pants.

Maybe I ’ m selfish, wanting to fix her to satisfy my own needs. But, I ’ ve gone too long without an orgasm and it ’ s her fault. She will seek penance for disappointing me so thoroughly. Making me push my limits and bend my morals with nothing whatsoever to show for it. She will play my game, submit to my will, and reemerge as the woman I once knew her to be. If not, I will dispose of her so I can finally move on.