He was just another guy who wanted to fuck her. The list was long and being on it hardly made him special. It was never hard to say no. If she wanted to she would, she explained, but she didn’t. It was that simple.
He pleaded, “Will you touch it?”
“No.”
“Will you suck it?”
“No.
“Will you fuck it?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want to.”
“Not even a little?”
“Not even.”
“You’re so meaningful.”
“Thank you,” she genuinely responded.
He meant nothing. He was just another guy who wanted to fuck her and that’s why he never would.
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Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Drabble #4: He pulls me towards him with gentle force.
He pulls me towards him with gentle force. He spins me around and I’m caught willingly between his kiss and the wall. I’m lifted from the ground, not afraid to fall.
I feel his hot breath on my neck. No words are spoken. As I moan in his ear he understands what I have said: I will help you forget. Every part of him touches me. I bite my lip as I claw his skin. I’m letting go.
Driven by the need to consume his anguish I match his strength with my tenderness until neither of are aching any longer.
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