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he always tells me i’m beautiful before he fucks me. i wonder, is uttering that phrase one of the prerequisites to sex included in the foreplay handbook for boys along with neck nibbling and nipple sucking? if it is, it should be pulled from the next edition. because sometimes a woman knows she is anything but beautiful. sometimes she reeks of crotch sweat from not getting around to a shower after her run three hours earlier. sometimes her hair is matted from being shoved under the snapback that she wore to the grocery store when she went out to buy red onions and edamame. sometimes her lips are chapped and her nostrils are crusty from the pollen allergies that have all of a sudden come out of nowhere. sometimes to tell me i’m beautiful is a lie. so save it. and don’t worry, i promise i’ll let you fuck me anyway.