No trouble

Your long thick fingers stroke my neck. You excite me. It's a direct line.

I feel so wet and so far away. So excited and juvenile. Fucking in your car, in the dark, on some country lane.

You touch me and caress me, pinch my nipples through the lace of my bra, hold my throat, run your fingers over the bones.

You hold me head down as I choke on your cock. You make me suck you hard. You twitch in my mouth and fill my parted lips with fluid.

The windows drip in condensation. My skin is damp. I can feel the heat of your mouth on my cunt. I hear your breath. You bite me. So hungry. You bite me again.

You touch my thigh, stretch me out, make me come. Once then twice and I'm so gone. It feels so good, I just shake and gulp for air. It feels so strong. It makes me ache. You drive me wild, you drive me home.

Sir - Smile

I look up into his blue eyes and my mouth oh's in a pleasured breath; and he pushes his body onto me, and his cock into me, and he smiles.

Shooting trouble again.

I love the way you kiss me, intense and flat and heady. You breath so heavy when you kiss my neck and cunt. 

Like I make you breathless. 

Like I make you hungry. 

You make me come so easy and so hard. Those perfect thick long fingers. I want to fuck you now. You give me everything but...

I am starving.

Gavin - fragile and emotional

Curled on the hotel bed together, drinking wine in a slow conversation. It turns out 'you're in love now, but it's not with me, so I'm not interested.

I curl into you and smell the cologne on your neck, touch your thigh through your jeans. There's a stammer in my voice and I'm making realistic statements, but I don't think you'll see me again now.


Sex with you is so cleansing. You make me feel so fragile and emotional. You choke me into a blind and spluttering panic. You fuck my throat until I gag back vomit. Take me, screw me, touch me up. I wish I could cry. I'd like to. You smack me repeatedly across my face, tip me upside down, rag me around. Violence, desire and confusion.

I apply my lipstick and we go for dinner, and you tell me I look chic and beautiful. I find it hard to keep it together in front of you, sometimes. I cant lie down with you at night.

I barely sleep.

You wake me up and give me coffee and you lick me and fuck me and drag me to the shower and piss all over my face, as I cower and scrunch up my eyes. You wash my hair like I'm your little girl. You touch my body. You rub your cock against me.

I walk you to the station. We smoke a cigarette and say goodbye.

You kiss me softly on the lips.

You tell me you'll talk to me soon, but I don't believe you. You tell me you're still the same person, but you're not.