Dec 17, 2006 22:57
His next words were like menancing satin in her ear. "Tell me Katherine. Tell me how you want to be fucked."
It was almost too much, putting a name to her desire. She needed him. Hard. Deep. Rough. Another night there would be time enough for gentle lovemaking, for leisurely kisses. Tonight she wanted to feel him pounding her, to know the echo of his cock between her legs in the days ahead.
His heavy errection pulsed inside, expectantly waiting for the answer. "Say it," he urged.
It was a piece I found written a while back. It definitely shows some promise. I'd like to go somewhere with it...although I'm not sure where.
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