You were so geeked when I asked you about birth control that you pretty much had a minor panic attack when I brought it up. No fuselage in this world could hold the baggage you possess about this and many other things. So, just to get you back for all your lame-ass drama, I fucked you with broken condoms each and every time we had sex. I would grab one in the dark, bite down on the wrapper, and rip into the actual condom, leaving a big hole in the top of it, then slip it on and slide right into you. It would eventually tear all the way down and I'd be really fucking you without any protection, coming super-close to cumming inside you every time. To do this to you was such a thrill because you would never allow that closeness due to your bullshit hang-ups. Felt pretty good though, didn't it?

--Anonymous