Last night.
Boyfriend came over late night styles.
Drunk from drinkin'.
Me, I'm passed out from THC saturation.

He's horny. As his "right" he begins to fondle my sleeping body.
I'm half asleep. I swat him away, I can smell the beers on/in him. That disgusts me.

He's probing me. And finding that I'm not very wet.
Soon my tshirt and boxers (I know, dj is not an overly huge fan of lingerie) are eased off and he is pressing his naked body onto me.

My brainhole is dry. Basically I'm just letting him do what he wants, not really wanting it myself.

Girlfriends do that. Wives do that. Resign themselves to sex. Not really eager for it at all.

I'm being finger fucked, it's good but I'd rather sleep. But I know he won't stop.

He's taken off his clothes and is pressing his spongetip against me.

- What are you doing? I finally say groggily. I'm not even wet.

Will he lick me? Will he eat me?

He runs his fingers over my slit, finds some wetness there.

- You're wet, he says.

No kisses for kitty. And I had just shaved her bare, anointed her with baby oil.

It's dark, I don't really want to, he smells like beer and I'm not that turned on.

He fits himself inside me and starts to work his dick in. I get a little more wet with each stroke.

Then how odd, I wasn't really enjoying myself until I grasped the situation. . and twisted it.

In the dark he was so big and I felt small. . he had come into my bed drunk to fuck me.

All I could feel was his girth pistoning out of my little hole, which was getting wetter and wetter.

I dreamt of being taken. And there I was, beneath him, taking it.
He was a drunken frat boy, my professor, my stepdaddy, my dirty uncle . . .and he didn't have to say a word.

I never opened my eyes. He tried to kiss me but I didn't want his tongue, he tasted of beer and smoke.

But he put it to me. And pumped me till I came.

It wasn't loving or sweet or gentle. It wasn't even hot and steamy. It was being fucked to sleep, in my sleep.
There's a connection missing now in sex with him. Something he can't get to in my head.
Maybe because I don't know what he wants. Maybe because all he wants is me on my back.
Maybe I should ask him. But I'm afraid he might just say "I just want you."
And that won't be enough of an answer.