this weekend

[girlsliketaylor]

so im standing in the bathroom leaning over the dirty sink, holding myself up with shaky arms....the door opens and the music spills in. i don't even bother to look up and i hear the door click shut. lock. and now he's leaning over me, hand on my back, mouth close to my ear. i've been looking for you all night he says.his hand on the back of my neck pulling me up. now i feel the cold walls against my back. his hands are all over me now and his body is pressing me to the wall like a discarded painting. you want this dont you he says when he sees me biting my lip, looking like im on drugs, coy smile sneaking across my face. i move my hand to the back of his head and he snatches it away, grabbing both sweaty wrists with one hand, holding them above my head, bruising the skin. i cant' believe this. the bass from the club is pounding in my head, or is it the blood. he's devouring my mouth now, taking me in so that i can hardly stand it. he sees my nipples, straining against my sheer cotton shirt and takes one in his mouth. the left one, he remembers. i cant handle it anymore and i finally make a sound, head rolled back, eyes closed, lips wet. oh yeah he says do you want me yet? i cant speak so i nod my head, looking at him with want...he takes a fast hand and puts it between my thights, slowly moving up, slick now from the sweat, shaking from the anticipation... he lets my arms go and pulls me around, bends me over so that im leaning over the sink again, forarms holding me up, forhead pressed against the counter... the music wont stop. no ones pounding on the door yet, everyones lost out there in the smoke and mirrors...his hands slip up the back of my thighs, peeling my skirtover my ass, bare now... he snaps the straps of my garter belt against my pale skin... you know how to drive me crazy he says. he doesnt even bother to undress me, instead pushing them to the side. are you ready for me yet he says, sliding his fingers in, soaking himself, oh baby girl you want this so bad dont you? and then he's inside me. pounding with the music, leaning over me, arm wrapped around my waist firmly......hot breathe on the back of my neck. he's looking at me in the mirror, looking at the pleasure on my face, the way im licking my lips, biting my finger.....he flips me around and now my bare ass is on the counter, legs wrapped around him, he's pulling me into him.....this isnt happening. theres someone out there lost in the music, searching for the girl with the red hair and the boy with the shaved head hidden under army hats... they're looking, thinking we got lost in the crowd.. when we go back, no ones going to know. but tomorrow, my thighs are bruised and theres deep nail marks in his shoulders.

i cant wait to see you again he says when he leaves.