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Something I wrote for a friend. Called: "iwannaseeyouhard.cough"

I wrote this so you could get hard and I could see.



Its as simple as that.

I had this thought:

What if youre not you and Im not me. Lets suppose for a minute that youre me and Im you.

I would do things to you that might set the feminist movement back 50 years.

So back to the thought. Youre me. Im you. You go to a bar with all your friends. I go with mine. Or are they yours? Feeling your cock between my legs gives me courage though, you know? Like everythings going to be A-OK. Hah.

Its as though this weight that was a convex pressure has finally given in on itself and now hangs there. That gentle force of gravity, the constant tug/weight. I watch you laugh a little too loud when you notice me watching you and that only eggs me on.

I could be a gentleman but Id rather do things I know Ive always wanted, but have never had the courage to accept. And thats when I walk up to you and without saying a word I reach my hand under my skirt and between your/my legs; heel of my hand against your clit, middle finger putting gentle pressure on the source of your stinking wetness. Its so familiar taking you, like this, but so foreign. I feel like I should be feeling my hands on me, but instead the weight gets fuller. Im aching to defy gravity despite these tight pants.

Neither my/your friends take this very well and your/my friends seem to be terribly confused as I lean into my ear and tell you how I could smell your cunt from across the bar before shoving my fingers in your mouth, letting you taste me/you. And theres this fear in your eyes. I know it though. Ive felt it. Its not a fear of this going further. Its a fear of the possibility of me stopping and leaving you humiliated. aroused. victimized. And I respond to that fear by grabbing you by the back of the neck, my thumb around your throat coaxing the breath out of your windpipe.

Your friends are clawing at me now. Leaving marks on your skin. I feel it, and yet the fear of mutilation is so far away and Im so focused on exploiting my weakness now that I grab my hair and pull you into the bathroom before the security can stop us. I lock the door and turn to see my tear stained face. But I know that face. Youre sobbing in joy. For being recognized finally. For feeling at home by taking strength from admitting your vulnerability to me.

I pull your pants down around your thighs and pull my leg around your(my) waist so I can hoist myself against the wall and fuck me. I mean you. But I make it last. Ripping my panties and telling you to stick my tongue out to lick your hand before sliding it over my cunt. How wet you/I are/am. And how hard I/you am/are. Do you feel that? As I rub the head over your clit, my jewelry rubs and creates this awkward sensation so thats what it feels like for you, eh? Interesting.

I cover my mouth with yours and revel in the privatization of your moans now trapped in my throat. I cant be bothered with the quaking door behind me. I can hear the police sirens. Your friends are shrieking like banshees. I mean my friends. And its funny because that only makes me harder rolling the tip of your cock right at my entrance. I stop now a moment of doubt

Maybe I/you really dont want this Do you/I? The wood of the door is splitting. And its then that you grab your cock and drive it into my cunt while forcing your tongue in my mouth the newness of penetrating; the familiarity of being penetrated. Im so tight around your cock, it wipes out all other concerns. And as you press your back up against the wall, raising my hands in such sweet submission I cant help but fuck you harder so many nuanced textures inside my vagina tight and soft at once slightly rough up top getting rougher and wetter dripping down your/my/our legs. And just then. Right as I hear you cry out the hands grab you off of me. I mean me off of you. Sweet and frustrated slick from my juices.

You collapse on the floor in tears, taking your role, rather well, actually. See how easy that is? Do you think thats biological then? Or did you really learn that fast? As I revel in your sweet pain, oblivious to your mutilation, I cum right then and there on my back, the officers knee on my/your neck all over my belly. Like Ive always taught them. You know. pull out. and cum on my/your belly.

A-OK.