Hypocrite

No matter what we say or how we act, the truth is, every woman wants to feel beautiful. It doesn’t matter if she’s the reigning Miss Universe or the queen of the wallflowers – every single woman craves for it.

Beautiful - like the word means something. It’s such a useless and fictitious word that only means something when said in the right tone in an opportune moment to get particular results. Beautiful means nothing and it also means everything.

In sex, you’re beautiful. That’s why it doesn’t matter who you have it with; when you’re desperate enough, the only thing that matters is that you have it. When he’s got his hands on your face, his tongue down your throat, his breath on your skin, staring at you with eyes that can break hymens in two seconds flat, you feel a bit beautiful.

When he moans and gasps your name in time to the beat of his hips slamming into you, when his chest rubs against your breasts and his hands grip your thighs to go deeper, you feel like a goddess.

When you’ve got him in between your legs and he’s saying words he doesn’t mean, you take it all in because it makes you beautiful. You take it because you know he’s going to take it all back later. You give it all up for now. You give him a piece of you and you give in with closed eyes and an open mouth, knowing you'll just both regret it later.