Forgetting about you

Forgetting about you, I have my ways. 

Did it even happen ?

I wrote it, most of it. It exists. My words were enough for you, you said. 

Still, your objectification of me, so hard, crushing your emotions towards me. 

Your cock in my mouth, in my cunt, in my ass. Your fingers everywhere. 

Your satisfaction, your rejection after consuming all. 

This is what you wanted.