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He is like a freight train, a fucking freight train with the breaks cut.
He’s feeling this, this pulsing, a banging in his ears, blood rushing rushing rushing.
It’s a rush, such a rush, something like a feeling but better, maybe like drugs, not like being drunk, because being drunk is tingly and warm, but it’s slow. Things don’t feel fast and hot when you’re drunk, but this feels hot. This feels fast.
It’s sticky, and sweaty, and he’s done something like this, but not quite this, because it’s never been with this person, this one person, who knows him and wants him like he wants to be wanted, like he wants to want, and like he does want, because he wants her more, harder, faster, stronger, than he’s ever wanted anything ever in this whole wide wonderful color-bursting world.
There’s a sound and he doesn’t know where it comes from, or what it might be about or if it’s important, because really, it can’t be important, what the fuck else could be important?
He’s feeling his heart race, like it’s in a race, like it’s trying to win something, but God, he’s winning, right now, he’s winning, and it’s better than trophies or ribbons or commendations or medals or pay raises or damned vacations in Hawaii he’ll never be able to afford.
This? Is free. At least in the dollars and cents sense.
Right now, this is free.
He’s feeling this, this pulsing, a banging in his ears, blood rushing rushing rushing.
It’s a rush, such a rush, something like a feeling but better, maybe like drugs, not like being drunk, because being drunk is tingly and warm, but it’s slow. Things don’t feel fast and hot when you’re drunk, but this feels hot. This feels fast.
It’s sticky, and sweaty, and he’s done something like this, but not quite this, because it’s never been with this person, this one person, who knows him and wants him like he wants to be wanted, like he wants to want, and like he does want, because he wants her more, harder, faster, stronger, than he’s ever wanted anything ever in this whole wide wonderful color-bursting world.
There’s a sound and he doesn’t know where it comes from, or what it might be about or if it’s important, because really, it can’t be important, what the fuck else could be important?
He’s feeling his heart race, like it’s in a race, like it’s trying to win something, but God, he’s winning, right now, he’s winning, and it’s better than trophies or ribbons or commendations or medals or pay raises or damned vacations in Hawaii he’ll never be able to afford.
This? Is free. At least in the dollars and cents sense.
Right now, this is free.