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I slammed the door and stepped out into the cold night. The crisp air stings my nose as i breathe out a sigh. I pull out my ciggarettes and just when i about lit the fag, i hear crash of dinner plates collide with the door... smashing to pieces. I pop my collar and walked down the street cowering away from the harsh cold. To zone out, and leave this world is bliss. To step out of the skin that itches the very soul of you makes it all the more addicting.
I lead the double life. Hey i'll get a double feature when i die... two for the price of one... it's an absolute steal. I'll start by relating the first time i met Miss Vanity.
You know when you first step on your flight, you look for your seat and more importantly... you look to see who is sitting beside you. One can only hope it's not a screaming kid or an old lady who feels that everyone is entitled to know her family gossip from 1912 on. But every once in awhile, you luck out. You take a seat next to the sexiest thing you have set eyes on that month. Take your seat... smile awkwardly... and turn away never to say a word again.
But this time was different. Out of the corner of my eye i saw her watching me as i took off my coat. She was actually checking me out! I couldn't believe it... then i noticed something else i had lost my wedding ring. At any other time this would have seriously pissed me off, but something stopped the anger dead in it's tracks... pure curiosity. That is the only way to explain it. She tells me her name is Vanity, and by god did she live up to her name.
I order some drinks to calm my nerves, she doesn't even drink a drop. Her eyes never leave my face. I have to break gaze just because she made me nervous. We talked for a good hour... no matter what i said she laughed, and i tested this theory... the woman didnt give a fuck as to what i said, she wanted something more. I was in the middle of telling her about my new place up town, when i stopped; her foot was slowly going up and down my leg. All i could do was stop my jaw from hitting my lap. She grinned when she saw her effect on me. She leaned in slowly... pressed her lips to my neck and whispered..."I'm going to the bathroom to change... will you give me a hand or am i on my own here?"
All i could manage to do was get to my feet and let her out. I watched her walk down the asile... trim, slender legs... round cut ass....that was all i needed. She haden't even managed to close the door when my hand appeared in the closing. I slammed the door closed behind me. She didn't have a chance to smile that smile... my lips collided with hers. She kissed beautifully, not sloppy and disgusting... perfection at best. In our abrupt dance... we stepped towords the wall... her back pressed against it... my chest pressed into hers. With a final kiss she pushes me back; my eyes are on fire... watching her.
She looks down at her white buttoned down blouse... fondling the top button she watches my facial expression. She undoes each slowly and with purpose. Slowly her red bra starts to appear... her fingers stop half way through the line up. She steps toward me... she kissed my lips softly, as she did this the undid my belt... then the pants hit the floor. She slowly drops to one knee not breaking eye contact. At this point im going crazy... a million things running through my head at once... all enough to make my head swell... but not out swell my... she was gooooood.... but just as soon as it had started it stopped... she slowly rose to her feet... pulling my shirt so that i was close as before. She turns her body and presses her cheek to the coolnes of the plastic wall.
I embraced her from behind... my hands on her hips and my breath on her neck. Her breathing was suttle but her heart raced as my hands admired the sculpted body. Rubbing up on me and teasing me... i hated it... i was going fucking crazy... so i did something about it... my hands went up her thighs underneath the soft skirt... i found the lock and removed it completely. Her inner thigh was as smooth as her tongue to my senses, she gasps.... she was already wet... ready for me... Her nails scratch the walls as she clawed them pushing out her back at the same time... At this point i could not take it any longer.... i upped her skirt and moved in for the kill... I was half way there when she winces, i take note and eased my way home. I took a second to let my heart rate slow... slowly rocking her hips up and down against me. she takes it slow and gracefully... moving back and forth... enjoying every second... her pace speeds up, completely taking control... all i had to do was stand... and take it all in. But slow and steady wasn't my style... and i soon found out ... it wasnt hers either.
I backed up... she turns to look at me with a curious expression... it was my turn to show her what i could do. Up against the wall again... this time we were animals... i grabbed her hair and exposed her neck... i bit down softly as she grabbed and directed me back home... with her right leg in one hand my other cradled her lower back... each thrust was powerful... with each one she gasped a little louder and began to shake a little more... Our moment was drawing to a close, her arms wrapped around my neck as my head lay on her shoulder... This didnt mean i was to let up... if anything i drove her longer and harder than before... the final stretch before the finish line. Her moans and gasps turned into fast paced breaths then the scream.... i about collapsed on the spot... completely satisfied i sat on the floor... "fucking airplanes" I needed a smoke, and by the looks of her... so did she.
i cant finish this... ill edit tmrw