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May 5, 2011

A little piece of fluff for Aisling Weaver’s #fuckmefriday. -M

“Why do they call it screwing, anyway?” Theresa asked. Mid-fuck. She did that kind of thing. A lot. It used to put me off – make me think she was bored and had lost interest in me or my attentions. Now, well, it did make me pause, buried in her, but that rippling squeeze told me her body and mind were inhabiting two different worlds right now.

“Um.” I grunted.

“I mean,” she continued, grinding her cunt up to me, “there’s really not very much turning involved, is there.”

She twisted her hips left and right, as if to illustrate the point.

“I mean, neither of us is turning round and round. And cocks are more like bolts than screws anyway, but not even because neither of us is threaded.”

I could hear her accelerated breathing, see the blush on her saliva (mine, thank you) slackened breasts. But she could speak in whole sentences pinned to the bed, while I was barely hanging on to primate vocalization. With supreme effort during my next thrust I croaked:

“Nailing”

“Ah! Yes! But that’s so one sided. ‘I nailed her’ rather than ‘They nailed themselves silly.”

“Theresa…”

I was this close to clamping my hand over her mouth and f- _nailng_ her to the bed.

“Riveting? Nailing, pounding, ramming… such constructive violence …”

“Thereese!” I shouted, slamming into her like a car crash. Her eyes snapped to mine, confused for a second, then coming focused, then wide.

“Max? I- oh, _Fuck_!”

She came like a fit, voiceless, hands suddenly around me and nails digging into my back. Her cunt clamped down viciously, exquisitely on my cock. There was no way I could hold back – nor did I want to. I came, rooted and hard.

Some two dozen breaths later, I got my brain working enough to speak.

Why do you do that, Theresa?”

“I… I guess I don’t know. Fucking screws with my head?”

“Aha!”

“What?”

“An answer to your question!”

“What are you talking about?”

“Um…”

She smiled and pulled me down for a kiss and a snuggle.

“Sometimes, Max, I think your mind and body are in two different worlds.”

8 Comments leave one →
  1. May 6, 2011 3:09 am

    I like this, reminds me of when I was younger!

  2. canyonwalker permalink
    May 6, 2011 4:16 am

    A wonderful little piece of work. Enjoyable on many levels. Thank you for participating, I shall be reading more of your writing for sure.

  3. paul1510 permalink
    May 6, 2011 5:43 am

    Monocle. exactly!!!! :D
    Paul.

  4. vanillamom permalink
    May 6, 2011 8:04 am

    *claps hands delightedly*

    delightfully fun!!

    fun-filled delight!

    nilla

  5. May 6, 2011 12:55 pm

    That was so delightful to read. Pure literary enjoyment. And evocative of young fucking.

  6. May 7, 2011 1:00 am

    Witty and charming. It made me smile. :o)

  7. May 7, 2011 7:21 am

    Fantastic. I totally understand his frustration having been married to a talker…He once started talking about his mum mid-fuck…I got up and left.
    Well done Raz!

  8. DirtyMe permalink
    May 8, 2011 5:47 am

    Lovely :) Fun and hot both.

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