My head is a total mess. Enzo is fu.cking my head up left, right, and center. He tells me to move on, yet every time I come close to it, he fu.cks me like I'm some dirty little fu.ck toy. Once he's finished, he tells me to move the fu.ck on before walking away from me.
Take the other week, for instance. Not only did Enzo drag me into a supply closet at work, spank, and fu.ck my brains out, but two days later, after I agreed to go on a date with Lance, a doctor I work with, Enzo practically kidnapped me on the way home from work.
Yeah, I'm being totally serious.
I was walking toward my house after popping to the store for milk when a figure popped out from behind a tree - Totally fu.cking creepy - grabbed my arm and pulled me behind it. I dropped the milk, of course, and tried to scream,
