“Are you coming with me?”
“I don’t mind”
“You’re so passive”
“You’ll enjoy that”.
We entered his house creeping silently up to his attic room. Such an odd room, so much stuff. Junk, masks, show costumes, odd scraps of paper, photographs, the floor the walls, all littered with complete little oddities. I sat on his bed and drank some water while he looked at me expectantly.
“Shall we take our clothes off?”
“Maybe we should kiss first?”
We began to kiss, our lips licking and touching and biting and feeling their way. Our clothes started to come off as my head slid between his legs. He gripped my hair and moved me like a doll. He thrust into my mouth. I closed my eyes and began to lose myself a little. His hand slid between my own legs as we moved about.
Such sweet little bones he had. Bones jutting from his pelvis and his shoulders and his rocky little spine. So sinewy.
“Please fuck me”
“Ask me again”
“please... please”.
He slipped on a condom and slid inside me. Good hard sex is the best kind of sex. He played around, bending and moving my legs, his hands on my neck, covering my mouth, digging into my wrists. I was in heaven. His thrusts were so hard and even. We played around like this for a while, before he pulled out and took his mouth down. I came like that. Legs crossed in the air and then he continued to fuck me.
“Come on my face”
A longing for humiliation spilled from my sore mouth and those dark begging eyes. His expression was somewhere between elated and aghast at the suggestion. He pulled out. I sucked him until he’d finished and let his fluid dribble over my cheeks, lips and neck. We curled up for a little while. I stroked his hair. He walked me home. My legs are numb.
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