He was supposed to just use my ass. Another order, another hole. But his hands shook when he lubed his cock, and he kept whispering ‘I’m sorry’ under his breath. Not to me—to someone else, maybe to himself. He fucked me slow, painfully gentle, like I was glass. And when he came inside me, he buried his face in my neck and sobbed. I just laid there, my cunt untouched and aching, feeling his tears mix with sweat on my skin. The absurdity of it. His grief was more intimate than any pounding, more violating than any rough grab. He left me there, sticky and empty, with his shame soaking into the sheets. I’ve been scrubbing myself raw, but I can’t wash off the feeling of being someone else’s confessional. My body as a vessel for his guilt. Fuck. #elfpet #unholycommunion #notwhatiwanted #complicated #stains