Giddy up, cowboy. From bones_to_flesh
Okay, so this wasn't exactly slayin', and this guy wasn't exactly Bill Gates, or whatever, but he sure was a muffin, and had been helpful to me with the information, so I was gonna give him a ride. I had killed a vamp, and had told another that the slayer was goin' to kill Kakistos, and for him to send that message, so all was well and I was feelin' a little horny and hungry after the staking, you know?
A girl could get used to this kind of life. I had all of this power and could kill things with my bare hands and while doing it, I was protectin' the world, which wasn't the greatest incentive for me, but it was admirable, you know, and then there was my other power, which was having power over men, which I had had for years now. First time that I had rolled in the hay was when I was twelve, with an eighteen year old, and I was way better at it then he was, rock em', sock em', even back then, and I had never looked back. Only this guy wasn't inexperienced.
I could tell by the way that he kissed me, and touched me and did the whole foreplay thing, and one grasp of his crotch, let me know that I was about to be a happy girl, but havin' said that, enough of the foreplay thing. Sure, if he wanted to have another go around, while I was stuck here in the Missouri sticks, then sure, if he was good, then I would use him as a tension reliever, but there would be no embracin'. This was not a relationship, and was just sex...
Somehow, I didn't think that he would complain, and as I straddled him, clamping my thighs around his, I didn't get the sense that he was complainin', even though he yelped a little I gripped him. "Giddy up, cowboy," I said to him, as I hopped aboard the hog and started to ride. I watched as he submitted, completely, powerless against me, and that havin' sex with all of this strength, was even better then without it. His eyes rolled up behind his head, and he gasped in excitement, and hey, he wasn't alone in that, so I rode harder and harder, just to make sure that I was hitting all of the right spots. He wouldn't be the only one climaxing here.
I rode and rode and watched him writhe in pleasure, and he was better then others that I had been with, but not much. Just another schmuck getting lucky because I needed some sex. He came, and I kept ridin' him, even after it hurt him, until he was hard again, and when I came, it was when I dismounted and rushed into the shower. It seemed like he wanted more from me, so after I dressed and ate some hotdogs that he had made, washing them down with a Pepsi, I told him that it was a blast, and that we might have to do it again some time, and left, loving the look of displeasure on his face at the thought of me leavin'. Men. I had them around my finger, and loved the feelin'.
I returned to the hotel about ten minutes later, checked on my watcher, Margaret, and found that she was still sleepin', and definitely still smelled like aspercreme or ben-gay. Happy, I went into my room, stripped out of my clothes, turned the TV on, and eventually fell asleep.
A girl could get used to this kind of life. I had all of this power and could kill things with my bare hands and while doing it, I was protectin' the world, which wasn't the greatest incentive for me, but it was admirable, you know, and then there was my other power, which was having power over men, which I had had for years now. First time that I had rolled in the hay was when I was twelve, with an eighteen year old, and I was way better at it then he was, rock em', sock em', even back then, and I had never looked back. Only this guy wasn't inexperienced.
I could tell by the way that he kissed me, and touched me and did the whole foreplay thing, and one grasp of his crotch, let me know that I was about to be a happy girl, but havin' said that, enough of the foreplay thing. Sure, if he wanted to have another go around, while I was stuck here in the Missouri sticks, then sure, if he was good, then I would use him as a tension reliever, but there would be no embracin'. This was not a relationship, and was just sex...
Somehow, I didn't think that he would complain, and as I straddled him, clamping my thighs around his, I didn't get the sense that he was complainin', even though he yelped a little I gripped him. "Giddy up, cowboy," I said to him, as I hopped aboard the hog and started to ride. I watched as he submitted, completely, powerless against me, and that havin' sex with all of this strength, was even better then without it. His eyes rolled up behind his head, and he gasped in excitement, and hey, he wasn't alone in that, so I rode harder and harder, just to make sure that I was hitting all of the right spots. He wouldn't be the only one climaxing here.
I rode and rode and watched him writhe in pleasure, and he was better then others that I had been with, but not much. Just another schmuck getting lucky because I needed some sex. He came, and I kept ridin' him, even after it hurt him, until he was hard again, and when I came, it was when I dismounted and rushed into the shower. It seemed like he wanted more from me, so after I dressed and ate some hotdogs that he had made, washing them down with a Pepsi, I told him that it was a blast, and that we might have to do it again some time, and left, loving the look of displeasure on his face at the thought of me leavin'. Men. I had them around my finger, and loved the feelin'.
I returned to the hotel about ten minutes later, checked on my watcher, Margaret, and found that she was still sleepin', and definitely still smelled like aspercreme or ben-gay. Happy, I went into my room, stripped out of my clothes, turned the TV on, and eventually fell asleep.