for the taste of it.
i lay in the bathtub, soaking in steaming dirty water, reading my book again, and laying back against the cold porcelain i thought of the girl-- thought of her sucking someone's cock for pot.
I wondered about it; would I ever have the nerve to do that?
And I knew that I likely never would-- not because I would never want drugs badly enough to do it (I almost did as it was), but purely because it simply wasn't something I was capable of. Both of my sets of lips glow dark emerald, almost black in their untried state, slick with virginity. They have never known the rough thrust of the inexperienced, the selfish fuck, nor the glistening rawness of rape, certainly not the measured musician's tones of a lover.
I have never been degraded or delighted by white gushes of semen or had fingers dig rough and searching into the depths of my cunt, nor felt the shivering tracers that follow careful questing fingertips, nails, lips, hair, tongue across skin, luminescent in deep night.
Could I suck someone's cock-- give them ecstasy for Ecstasy?
I don't think so.
I wondered about it; would I ever have the nerve to do that?
And I knew that I likely never would-- not because I would never want drugs badly enough to do it (I almost did as it was), but purely because it simply wasn't something I was capable of. Both of my sets of lips glow dark emerald, almost black in their untried state, slick with virginity. They have never known the rough thrust of the inexperienced, the selfish fuck, nor the glistening rawness of rape, certainly not the measured musician's tones of a lover.
I have never been degraded or delighted by white gushes of semen or had fingers dig rough and searching into the depths of my cunt, nor felt the shivering tracers that follow careful questing fingertips, nails, lips, hair, tongue across skin, luminescent in deep night.
Could I suck someone's cock-- give them ecstasy for Ecstasy?
I don't think so.