stripped bare


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A finger, sometimes two.


Your stubble sank deep into me.

“You like it like this?”

A moan. Pleading.

You didn’t stop. No.

“Mine,” you said, drinking from it.


Every drop of it.


Feather-like. Fingertips.


Your eyes burned deep into mine.

“Use your mouth.”

A groan. Guttural.

I stopped. Waiting.

“Yours,” you said, feeding me with it.


Every fucking drop of it.

Written by smudgi3

May 15, 2012, Tuesday at 06:06

Posted in Him, Perversion

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