The last boyfriend I had was amazing in bed. I remember fucking him almost everyday of the week. The way he sucked my dick turned me on and the way he would let me eat his ass and then fuck him also turned me on. We were together on and off for many years. So many people told me to leave him, but the sex was powerful. His dick had me under his spell and I was in love with him at the time. I remember times when we used to go out with each other and enjoy each other. He always made sure I was safe. But I also remember times when things weren't great and I would have black eyes, busted lips, broken ribs, broken arms, etc. and every time I tried to leave, he threatened to cut off sex. Make up sex was the best part because that's when I had the power and control. It was a toxic relationship and I knew we weren't meant to be together, but the sex had me. The sex was so good, it was hard for me to walk away. The dick was good and it was addictive. NO ONE knew about the abuse I suffered by him. I had marks and bruises on me and it wasn't easy for me. My heart was broken the day he first put his hands on me, but the sex was just that good. My previous boyfriends before him NEVER put their hands on me and it took a while for me to walk away. I walked away once I found out that he fucked an ex of his. Now you may ask why would that be the only thing that would cause me to leave? I grew up in a family where LOYALTY is everything. We stick it out through the good and bad and ugly and for me, cheating is the deal breaker and so is abuse. Do I miss him? Sometimes. What I really miss is the sex. The sex was the best thing that happened to me and I wish I could have sex with him one more time. His dick was so delicious and I loved when he would cum on me or in my mouth. Cum tastes so delicious and I wanted his cum. His ass tastes so good too. His titties tastes so good too and I loved the way he would scream and moan my name. The abuse I didn't like and I regret not leaving the first time he put his hands on me. I grew up in an abusive household and the fact that I ended up in am abusive childhood still surprises me to this day. Right now, I'm taking a break from relationships and I'm just focusing on me. Abuse IS NOT okay and if you're in an abusive relationship, know that there's always a way out. REAL love is unconditional and it's sincere and honest. I wish that I could've left the first time he put his hands on me.




© Josiah Bhola Hillaire