Since this is, after all, a website devoted to sex, lust and beauty, I'd like to share a rather racy little piece of prose I wrote quite a while ago. Although, don't get too excited. Its written from a rather miserable point of view.
12-19-3
I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck that sad look right off of her face. Fuck her so good and so hard that she'd forget every unhappy little moment she'd ever had in her pitiful life.
She probably wanted the same thing. I know there were moments when we were sitting on the couch together watching tv, not talking. Sitting two feet apart from one another when she'd wished I'd do that for her. But I wouldn't.
12-19-3
I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck that sad look right off of her face. Fuck her so good and so hard that she'd forget every unhappy little moment she'd ever had in her pitiful life.
She probably wanted the same thing. I know there were moments when we were sitting on the couch together watching tv, not talking. Sitting two feet apart from one another when she'd wished I'd do that for her. But I wouldn't.