Four times. Four freaking times.
While kneeling over her face and
begging for mercy, it rushed her
mouth. a warm wet rush of liquid
Each time she gasped for air and
said, "hmm ooh you did it again"
I couldn't feel it, but it sure
made me happy to please a giver
We had a talk about how I leaned
over the bed in a short skirt, a
naughty thong exposed under the
corduroy fabric and she was ...
inclined to press herself against
me, and she wanted to take me.
Taking. It was in that taking that
I knew. This girl has serious
that phenomenon of real or imagined,
wanted, or despised, but nevertheless
existent, it's an energy of the pelvis
that knows where and how and what
to take and to hold and to encompass.
I am totally pleased to be called