Little Red Riding Hood Owned By The Big Bad Wolf

I have only had sex with one man. He ruined me. Shame, anxiety, call it what you want but when I get close to doing it, his voice rings in my head. "That's my pussy". I know it's crazy, but I have not been able to shake it. It's not like he was some boyfriend from high school. He was my neighbor when I got out of college and he lived next door. I won't say it was a purely sexual relationship, but he did fuck me almost every day, and if fucking wasn't possible there was cock sucking and the little brown hole.

I've grown up since then. I'm not that timid girl he got his hands on. But whatever he did to me it has me, I can't escape it. His pussy, he means it too. He fucks it, no one else, just him.

I used to go weeks without seeing him, but when he wanted me he came over and his dick was in me and it started all over again. That feeling that won't go away. His pussy. That's what it means. It's his and I have to take care of it for him. People say you can't be owned. Well you can. He owns me.