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I'm standing at the bar ordering a drink when you stroll up, you are as handsome as I remember you being. Dark scruffy hair, a full face of stubble and deep brooding eyes.

We hop around a few bars and it doesn't take long before you're kissing me in public. Gnashing your mouth into my mouth, chewing up my lips like cud, my poor little mouth. My face is reddening as your stubble rashes my cheek. You're running your hands across my face and my neck and you keep looking at me all the time. Just watching my expressions change. You take my photo a few times. It's uncomfortable. You keep telling me I'm beautiful.

You kiss me lots. You have your finger tips touching our mouths. I suck and lick on your fingers placcidly and you take delight in sliding then in and out of my wet mouth and using then to spread my mouth open wide until my jaw clacks and hurts.

A few hours of these intermittent outbursts have me soaking through my jeans. You spread my legs to kneel between them while we smoke a cigarette in the pub garden. The smell of my arousal is evident and it embarrasses me, like when a dog pisses in the house. You rap your hand around my throat and get a thrill from hearing my breath shorten as you start to choke me. Were still out and I've got you spitting in my face and as hard as anything behind your slacks. It's toxic.

We get home to this weird sprawling mechanical space that you have a room of. Said room is full of drift wood. I undress so do you. I slide you into my mouth and suck. You expel briney wet pre cum down my throat. I fuck you sitting on your rubber lap, then you to me on my back. We fuck 'till we get bored of it. You're tired and you go to sleep. I am unpleasured, soaked and pulsing.

You wake me up from my sleep in the night. Gripping and groping my cunt, still wet from earlier. I make you dress up and you slide between my legs and start to push. I let you and roll onto my belly and start to touch. You fuck away. As soon as it starts to feel good you come. I feel used and alien.

I curl back up and close my eyes. You spend the night turning in your sleep. Half embracing me and half curled away. It's ice cold in the morning when I'm dressing. My neck hurts my mouth hurts. The rain outside burns my cheek.