God,' he said, 'I have to have you.'
'Take me. Own me. Use me. Pick a verb. Just please.'
'Fuck you. I'm going to fuck you. That's my verb.
Soul meet soul on lovers' lips.Except when wax and pigment come between them
C.D. ReissMots clés resist
Was there anyone before you?
You might have thought so at the the time.
I feel like no one's ever loved me before.
I'm sure they did their best, but you always belonged to me.
What is your type?"
I shrugged. "Non-existent.
Where did you learn to do that?”
“Los Angeles High School of Performing Arts,” I said. “They taught me how to open my throat to sing. Then Kevin Wainwright taught me how to put his dick down it.”
He laughed. “I’d like to thank LA Unified and Kevin Whatever for this moment.
We can pretend this never happened.”
“Up to you.” He touched my cheek with his fingertips, and I felt like an electrical cable to my nervous system went live. “I wouldn’t mind finishing the job.”
“Let’s not promise each other anything.”
“All right. No promises,” he said.
I’ve never heard of a man trying to sandwich another woman between fingering me and fucking me in the same day.
C.D. ReissThat was pretty hot.” She snapped her little light down. “Next time, get a room, okay?
C.D. ReissI didn’t need one so pissed at his ex-wife he’d make me fall in love with him before apologizing for leading me on. He wanted to hurt women, and nothing froze my creative juices like heartache.
C.D. ReissI’ll call him for you.”
“I’m not about to suck your dick so you’ll make a call for me.”
“And I’m not making the call so you’ll suck my dick. So, now that we’ve cleared that up, can you get on with it?
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