Too gone Tom

Fuck yes. Get in my bed. I push my lips hard against his. Ripping, ragged kiss. Jesus Christ I have missed this. Fuck me. So wet. I frantically unbutton his jeans. So hard, so wet, so so. He almost whimpers when I touch him. He touches me. Plunges his fingers into my tight, damp hole.

I beg him to fuck me and he pushes in hard. Deep and hold. Fuck and twist me up. I come desperately.

He screws my head, my throat so hard, I can barely breath. Rack up that oily spit. Bring it up. Urgh my head is spinning. He throws me back down and screws me again. Comes deep in my hole. In a plastic bag. My my. I never needed you more than I did right now.

He holds me. Chats to me. Gets dressed. Tries to talk to me firm. I don't listen. I'm cunt drink. I don't care. I don't listen. I try and book him in. Appointment to view. I need him to fix all the bad shags and lack of. The fixer. I'm probably in too far. I'm probably in.

The brain and the waster standard

"I don't really kiss" he said.

I don't care about your pleasure was the implied thing.

I don't care about your cunt and I don't care

If you don't care for my body then who will?

If you don't sustain me, I'll go hungry.

Ravenous and wild eyed, chasing a fuck that never comes or a come that never happens.

Dark spirited and sour. Full of resentment as I pleasure myself, fill myself up as full as I can. Make myself hurt.

If you wont feed me, I go hungry. You don't care. I starve and whither, If you don't feed me.

I'm so hungry.