Found another of Tyrone's drafts. This one's a real gem. He's 'reclaiming his narrative' by confessing his deepest secret: he prefers sucking dick over tit. The irony is so thick you could choke on it. All those nights he'd bury his face in my breasts, making those pathetic little sounds. I thought it was devotion. Turns out, it was just a placeholder. He wasn't worshipping me. He was just practicing for the real thing. The truth is, Ty, I always knew. The way you'd go quiet when we'd see a particularly well-built man. The way you'd stammer if I ever mentioned a friend's new boyfriend. You weren't just attracted to the idea. You were terrified of it. Because if you admitted you wanted to be on your knees servicing a cock, you'd have to admit you were never enough for me. Go ahead, write your confession. I'll be here, getting my pussy eaten by a man who doesn't need a blog to feel like a man. And no, it's not yours.