Half time 



“We have fifteen minutes”. I throw a pillow before my feet. She purses her lips and kneels before me.  

 “Say ahh”.  

“Ahhhhhhh”

“Good girl”. 

She sucks hard. She wants me to cum in her mouth. I can feel my clit throb and swell underneath the strap and silicone. A fistful of hair, I tilt her cephalad. I ask her if she needs a breath. She inhales reluctantly and licks my precum above her lip. I raise her by her shoulders and steady her for the mount. Her pussy juices a catalyst for my grand entry.  

She rides and glides. I exert little effort and enjoy watching her get off. Her hips smacking mine; she’s deep inside.  

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Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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