Whiskey Cunt (third date)


I strip the clothes upon her skin. A hurried, yet delicate task at hand. A burning need between our loins. Make no mistake, the fire has ignited and now the blazing flame fueled by rapid breaths.  

My mouth waters as I hike up her skirt, one finger hooks her panties to expose her naughty bits. Her hand upon my bulging hardness.  

I push her down, onto her back, she’s eager to strangulate my thick cock with her tight hole.  

I peck her lips and proceed to nibble her tender neck. 

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Published by: her mourning coffee

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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