The bastard


Vin’s cock is hard, as usual in the morning, moreso after reading sexts from his favorite Gurl. He strokes for a few minutes; a cold shower and coffee to follow. Today is a special day. A first meeting in the flesh. Vin is excited to teach her all she needs to know. Erin slides her hand and strokes his cock through his pants. Her blouse unbuttoned mid chest, her breast perked and nipples erect. Vin’s cock outline his pants, Erin is watching and feeling it grow and pulse. The look in her eyes is of absolute need. 

To be continued…

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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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