I’m not just a warm hole.
I want to feel, know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you wanted to fuck me, not the idea of me.
That you jacked off thinking about doing things to me, and having me do things to you before you found the courage to tell me so.
Me, not just a woman, a body, a cunt.
Taken, not used.
Fucked, yes, not fucked over.
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“Heya.” A wave of soap and mouthwash made her feel suddenly tender. She must’ve made a face, because he started to speak. “I know you don’t like the smell of cigarettes, so I…”
“I don’t care.” She pressed against him. His body tensed as she traced the line of his throat.
She kissed him. Her hands were claws on his shirt, and something tore. He stuck a finger through the hole in the cotton and smiled. His lips were pink from her lovebites. “This is my favorite shirt. Was, anyways.”
She looked suddenly cold, even though she was flushed. “Fuck…” Her pretty face grew even more crimson, and she started to walk away. He took her in his arms and hugged her tight enough that her breasts ached against his chest, but her grip loosened, and then dropped away.
“Wait, what’s the matter?” He brushed his scruff against her temple, but she pushed him away. He didn’t understand until she gathered up her purse and started to put on her coat. He blocked the door. She stared at the ring he still wore on his finger, even though his wife had left him for another over a four months ago.
“This was a mistake.” Her hand trembled as she tried to pull him out of the way. She gave off a heat that hardened him. He’d watched her, wanted her for months (God forgive him, longer than he’d been single, much longer) and he refused to give up his chance.
He stuck his finger in the hole and pulled until the shirt tore in two. “See? It’s no big deal. I have other shirts in my bag.” The door behind him locked with a portentous click.
She dropped to her knees, and her purse’s contents spilled all over the floor. He felt her overheated mouth on the belly exposed by his ripped shirt, fingers pulling at his fly. He wasn’t wearing underwear, so her mouth was sucking on the tip of his cock before he could instinctively help her with her bag. She wet him with saliva and her lips slid hotly on him. He looked at the papers tacked to the wall, the dusty light fixture over his head as she squeezed his ass and pulled him rhythmically into her mouth. If he looked down and saw her beautiful face, her eyes glassy with desire he would explode then and there and possibly embarrass himself. She sucked him deep and flexed her throat muscles on his cock. His knees shook, and her hands moved down and held them still as she licked and sucked slowly.
He tried to be the macho man and pull her up, but she remained on her knees. She shook her head slowly, stroking and never taking her eyes off his dick.
“I’m not done yet.”
“But I will be if you keep going like that,” he said. He leaned on the door and caressed her. Her chin was wet with saliva.
“Fuck my mouth.” She licked up the underside of his cock. He’d been married (and divorced) twice and fancied himself as being a worldly man, but no woman had said those words to him outside of his kinkier fantasies. It was almost daunting.
“Uh..” He jutted his hips out and held her face in his hands. He could feel her high cheekbones, the smoothness of her skin. He really liked her, and he didn’t think it was right to treat her like a…she tugged gently on his balls to get his attention.
“Fuck your cock into my throat. I want to feel you come in there.” She looked in pain as she stroked, but the memory of her breathy laughter at his jokes threw him. Had it been that long since he’d seen that look on a woman’s face when she was with him? Maybe. Read more…
an erotic senryu by Redbud
slipping from her belly button down and