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How I Would Fuck You
I throw you up against the wall, and grab you by your throat, pressing myself against you. I growl into your ear, "I'm going to fuck your slutty cunt so hard you won't be able to walk straight for days. No need to thank me, I know it's what a dirty whore like you wants. I rip your shirt and bra off roughly, holding you against the wall with my one hand on your throat. As your breasts pop free, I purr loudly and start to squeeze and pinch them, tweaking the nipples hard. I pull on your nipples then let go, the snap of them falling back making you whimper and groan.
Do You Want To Fuck Me?
You stand with your back to the bed, your eyes closed as we kiss, my arms wrapped around your body, your golden brown hair cascading down your back. You lean backwards; your legs back against the side of the bed as my hands begin to roam across your body, brushing over your clothes. We fall slowly onto the bed, still kissing, our tongues dancing within our mouths. Your ice-blue eyes open as my hands begin to slide up inside your shirt, brushing over your bra, caressing your boobs. You feel your nipples harden as I begin to slide my hands under your bra, slowly stroking the warm flesh. I kiss you on the mouth and you feel my tongue slide between your lips and you moan slightly as you think about another pair of lips that you would love my tongue to be exploring instead. My hands are already teasing you, stroking up and down your thigh and around the waistband of your shorts, stroking and touching you but never allowing you to guide my hand down past your waistband.
Mom I Wanna Fuck You
It was a quiet, respectable bar where nothing much ever seemed to happen. That was just the way John liked it, particularly on days like these when he'd had a bellyful of hassle at work and just wanted to have a few glasses of wine before heading for home to watch a film. The background music was a bit cheesy for his tastes, but that was what you got in a place like this: smooth noodlings that fell into the general category of jazz, even if that was an insult to the greats who had made it an art form. He imagined the guys playing on this track: maybe they had dreams of greatness too, but they had to make a living and the only way they could do that and spend their lives playing music was to sign up for the lowest common denominator and go through the motions. As the word "denominator" passed through his mind he thought idly about how similar it was to "dominator", an idea he had been nurturing for a while.
I miss you. Laying here in the bed we once shared, I am clinging to a shirt with traces of your smell, pretending you are here with me. Your arms wrapped around my body, I am wearing a T-shirt barely covering my nakedness from you.