Down the Path Part 3

Catching my breath, realizing what I just did. Fuck, what is wrong with me. Fuck, he just used me to get off then treated me like shit. He couldn't even say thanks. Realize that he probably didn't think it matters what I think, I'm just a mouth to shoot his cum into. Makes me feel even lower about myself. Christ, how big of wimp am I? As I'm thinking this, I'm unconsciously licking his cum off my lips.

I get another kleenex and wipe the lipstick off again. Start the car and drive home being really careful and staying to the back streets. Walking into the house, I can't believe what I did tonight. Go back to the bedroom and look at myself in the full length mirror. How did it get to this? I see the earrings. Wonder if anyone saw them when I was driving home. I go to take them off but stop myself. Looking in the mirror, looking at what's looking back.

I turn my head and I can see the hickey on the side of my neck. Know I can't hide it, what kind of story could I come up with that anyone would believe. Look at the big tits, so big. My hand moves to one of them and I feel it. The material so soft, I close my eyes and I can almost imagine it's a man playing with my tit. Soon I'm playing with both. I feel my cock getting hard again.

I come out of it and realize what I'm doing. What is happening to me, why am I acting like this? I have to put a stop to it before I can't. Is it too late already? I think about all the pictures. It's too late. I lay down on the bed, still dressed like a whore, curl up and start crying.