My grip in her hair tightens as she manipulates the toy connecting us, bringing me to that brink, again. She figured out what made me tick that first time we met. Each time after unlocking my damaged parts, breaking my resolve. That’s what she’s paid for. Her eyes shine like a cloudless day, one could lose themselves in them.  Pushing her head into the pillow, I avoid those baby blues.  I can’t, I’m not ready. She knows w...

“Look at you, dripping like a bitch in heat.”  Her moan only echoes what her cunt is preaching into the palm of my hand.  “Is this what you want...” The rhetorical question slides from my lips against her earlobe. My body presses hers into the wall, I can feel it trembling. “...fucking slut.”  I pinch her clit with my fingers as I slide my hand back, then let it pop from between. My fingers line up.  “Arch your fucking ba...

The flick of my lighter echoes the emptiness in my apartment. Sizzling of singed rolling paper replaces it as I inhale deep, filling my lungs. Her words linger. ‘You’re perfect, it’s me. I promise.’  Yes, I am. I’m the one she begged to fuck her like the dirty slut she is, who made her body perform. Like it’s meant to.  Who still tastes her on my bottom lip, like yesterday's leftovers.  The perfect rainy-day fuck.  I thou...