Non-fiction

“Don’t make a sound. We aren’t having sex right now.” As he inserted his fingers, scratched, and wiped, he steadfastly insisted that it wasn't sex. “If it’s not sex, then what is it? A cleaning? A scrub?” He was always like this. He would take the initiative to do things I never even asked for, yet he never gave me the one thing I actually wanted. Not even a single word saying he loved me. [This story is non-fiction. It is related to real people, events, and organizations.] That is why, as I wished, I decided to write the story of us. Because I believed that even if I transcribed my lewd imaginations, no one would ever be able to recognize them. ……But that was a miscalculation. ...