let's get busy
I am so lame. LOL. No more stupid emo shit. Back to fantasy.
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Pt. 1.
I place my hand over his as he grasps the handle of the car door. He stops and looks at me, eyes inquisitive, and I search their blue depths for reassurance.
"I've never done it in a car before."
He roars aloud, but I don't take offense. His laughter is filled with affection and merriment.
"It's not much different," he leans in and whispers to me. He places a gentle kiss on my mouth, which is partially agape from wonderment. Oh God. I can hardly wait for more. But I don't have to. The kiss takes on a life of its own as my lips absorb and melt into his. I am melting all over. I am a pat of butter, collapsing and oozing over the sides of a stack of buttermilk pancakes; and he is starving. His body traps me against the side of his SUV, pressing hard. It feels so good. I am powerless and a Goddess all at once. I grind my hips against his dick, growing harder by the second, and his hand slides down to clutch my thigh. The other sinks into my hair, pulling my head aside while his mouth attacks my neck. I am broken like a young mustang at rodeo.
Then he stops. My neck is cold where his lips pulled away. He is still holding my hair, his eyes wild and shining. Reaching behind me, he opens the passenger door.
"Get in."
I do as he says. My breath comes in short pants. The door slams behind me. He slips into the driver's seat. Drive me baby, I think. How fucking corny.
Much to my dismay, he starts the car. The look on my face must bear the confusion emanating from my churning stew of hormones, endorphins, and catecholamines.
"I changed my mind," he said, as the Land Rover peels out of the bar's parking lot.
TBC! LOL
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Pt. 1.
I place my hand over his as he grasps the handle of the car door. He stops and looks at me, eyes inquisitive, and I search their blue depths for reassurance.
"I've never done it in a car before."
He roars aloud, but I don't take offense. His laughter is filled with affection and merriment.
"It's not much different," he leans in and whispers to me. He places a gentle kiss on my mouth, which is partially agape from wonderment. Oh God. I can hardly wait for more. But I don't have to. The kiss takes on a life of its own as my lips absorb and melt into his. I am melting all over. I am a pat of butter, collapsing and oozing over the sides of a stack of buttermilk pancakes; and he is starving. His body traps me against the side of his SUV, pressing hard. It feels so good. I am powerless and a Goddess all at once. I grind my hips against his dick, growing harder by the second, and his hand slides down to clutch my thigh. The other sinks into my hair, pulling my head aside while his mouth attacks my neck. I am broken like a young mustang at rodeo.
Then he stops. My neck is cold where his lips pulled away. He is still holding my hair, his eyes wild and shining. Reaching behind me, he opens the passenger door.
"Get in."
I do as he says. My breath comes in short pants. The door slams behind me. He slips into the driver's seat. Drive me baby, I think. How fucking corny.
Much to my dismay, he starts the car. The look on my face must bear the confusion emanating from my churning stew of hormones, endorphins, and catecholamines.
"I changed my mind," he said, as the Land Rover peels out of the bar's parking lot.
TBC! LOL
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