The last person I should be thinking about
He’s not worth my time; anyone’s time, in fact, yet I can’t help but daydream about him. He did me wrong so many times, but he was so, so good in bed, and I always did whatever he asked. It’s 3 A.M. and I’m tired, but all I can think about is him eating me out. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to have him fuck me just once more.