What I Am

I met him online.

Pestered him. Virtually stalked him really. Then one night he said come round. I went over to his house. He's really hot. I sucked him and then he had me over the back of an armchair. I can't say he was rough but he wasn't holding back. It was great. I went back the following week and he fucked me again. It was even better and we talked a little afterward.
I went back twice more and it was great, each time finishing with him fucking me really powerfully and me loving it. I'd got somebody who really turned me on and knew how to enjoy my body.

So last night it was going to be the same. I ws anticipating all day and then went round feeling really happy and horny. We kissed for ages and he had me again like the first time, over the armchair. I was loving it as much as before, but then this time, as he was obviously getting close and pounding me hard while i moaned, he just leaned into my ear and spat out a word aggressively with each of his last thrusts "You - fucking - dirty - little - c**t"
He was obviously cumming as he told me what he really thought of me. Then he just pulled out of me, wiped himself on the back of my legs, sat back in the chair and lit a cigarette, picked up the remote and started channel hopping as if I wasn't even there.

I just left. I didn't know what to do, I was so humiliated. But he must be right. Because instead of being angry and putting his car windscreen through, vowing never to speak to him again , I'm already hoping he's going to call me and apologise. Or not even that. Maybe just call me and tell me to come round. I know I'll go. I've already masturbated twice, reliving the moment and cumming right at point where he says 'little c**t'. It must be what I am.