Monday, May 12, 2008
Jun 5, 2000 | No. 1
Hair spreading all over the place like seaweed underwater. Skin hot. Breath. And, what? Is that perfume? Pillow. Sheet. Sheet around my foot. In. In. In. Yeah. OK. She just said something? "What?" "Huh?" "What did you just say?" "Do that." What did I do? "What?" "Hold my butt like that." Hold her ass. Smooth. No muscles, well, kind of muscles. Just right. Soft. I like soft, must be why I'm heterosexual, men don't have asses like this. Ohhh, shit, not yet, don't ... Sheet's around my foot. Shake it off. Shake off. Fucking sheet. In. In. In. Keep it going there, champ! Fucking, sheet. There! It's off. Cramp. Owwww! Shit! Is she coming? What was that? Oh, she's talking to me. "What's a matter?" "Nothing, just a cramp." "A cramp? Where?" "Shhhh, it's OK." "You want...?" "Shhhh." In. In. In. In. Oh yeah. She must think I'm a jerk. How can I be thinking about this? In. In. Well, she likes me cause I'm kind of jerky. That turns her on. I'm unthreatening. Not a pig asshole like her ex-husband. If only she knew what I was really thinking. What am I thinking? Why am I thinking? Ohhh, here it comes. This is good. This is a good one. It's gonna be a good one. Oh yeah!!!! She smells good. I smell her pits. Good. Hold her hands over her head. Does she think this is kinky? Oh, wow, I can smell her ass on my fingers. Not bad. In. In. In. Bite her nipples. Like little erasers. And how clichid is that? Forget it, just enjoy the damn things you fuckwit! In. In. In. I wonder if she likes this? She just said "Oh." She likes it. Oh, she's moving faster. All right. Let's go. Rocky Mountain sleigh ride. Where did that come from? Maybe endorphins make you think different things than usual? Maybe I should slow down, let her do the work. Wow, where did that ripple of pleasure come from? Man! Fuck oh, oh, hair, sweat, breath, hair sweat, my eyes are closed. God she feels good. She feels the best. My eyes are open, her little soft ear, the pillow, what time is it? What difference what time is it! Why do you always think about things when you're fucking? No one else thinks about things like "What time is it?" Oh, shit, what was that? Is that her finger? Her finger is in my asshole. Am I up for this? Oh, no, here it comes. She's coming. Yes. She did. She is. My eyes are closed. Oh God, this is intense. I'm yours baby, I'm all yours. Let's fall, let's fall. I'm swimming. I'm swimming. I'm falling. My skin is on fire. Oh no, here I go, she's biting me. I'm going, here I go, I'm going, now, uh-huh, oh shit. I just said "oh shit." Wait. In. In. In. Not yet. Here we go. Here we go little girl. Here we go little lady. You're getting fucked and I'm fucking you. Over the edge, uh-huh. All of you. You belong to me, all of you. All ... you ... naked ... fucking ... inside ... oh shit. OH SHIT... la-la-la-la-la ... OH JESUS GOD IN HEAVEN FUCK FUCK FUCK ... I'm coming ... good-bye.
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