Fuck!!!
I don't remember filling out an application to be your fuck buddy, your secret lover, your friend with benefits, a convenient piece of ass or your jump off. I am not interested in just getting dicked down, having emotionally detached sex, creeping, playing house, having a recreational fuck session or just being the person to get you off.
I said I want more...I want to be married, to have 2.5 kids, a white picket fence, a 2 car garage, family vacations and happily ever after.
Yet I do not have what I say I want, instead every fiber of my being contradicts the other. I beg for your flesh to be pressed against mine and for our sweat to mix in the heat of passion.
And after everytime I say it will be the last time...I won't let you use me again, I won't betray my dreams, for the sake of my desires. God I love the way your mouth feels against my skin, how your back arches just right before it blends into your ass....my bad, I digress!!
How did I get this way? When did I become one of those stupid girls? You can't be that good – can you?
Deep inside I want forever, and yet all you offer is right now ...tell myself I want passion, but I settle for lust. I talk the talk, but am unable to walk the walk I am a hypocrite and the reflection I see of myself disgust me.
I open my mouth to tell you what I want and somehow my legs always end up open, too, and the only thing that comes out of my mouth are moans, the sound of pleasure released, vocalized ecstacy…
This is the last time – I swear! I know I told you that before we started…I swear that was the first thing out of my mouth…I said it loud and clear…well maybe I mumbled it…or was I just thinking it…I think I wrote it down…or did I just read those words somewhere else…I am sure somebody said it at some point…maybe I forgot, so I am saying it now – can you hear me over the moans or is my head buried too deep in this pillow?
Okay, okay…I will tell you afte r the next time I am horny!!!
**PURELY A WORK OF FICTION**
I don't remember filling out an application to be your fuck buddy, your secret lover, your friend with benefits, a convenient piece of ass or your jump off. I am not interested in just getting dicked down, having emotionally detached sex, creeping, playing house, having a recreational fuck session or just being the person to get you off.
I said I want more...I want to be married, to have 2.5 kids, a white picket fence, a 2 car garage, family vacations and happily ever after.
Yet I do not have what I say I want, instead every fiber of my being contradicts the other. I beg for your flesh to be pressed against mine and for our sweat to mix in the heat of passion.
And after everytime I say it will be the last time...I won't let you use me again, I won't betray my dreams, for the sake of my desires. God I love the way your mouth feels against my skin, how your back arches just right before it blends into your ass....my bad, I digress!!
How did I get this way? When did I become one of those stupid girls? You can't be that good – can you?
Deep inside I want forever, and yet all you offer is right now ...tell myself I want passion, but I settle for lust. I talk the talk, but am unable to walk the walk I am a hypocrite and the reflection I see of myself disgust me.
I open my mouth to tell you what I want and somehow my legs always end up open, too, and the only thing that comes out of my mouth are moans, the sound of pleasure released, vocalized ecstacy…
This is the last time – I swear! I know I told you that before we started…I swear that was the first thing out of my mouth…I said it loud and clear…well maybe I mumbled it…or was I just thinking it…I think I wrote it down…or did I just read those words somewhere else…I am sure somebody said it at some point…maybe I forgot, so I am saying it now – can you hear me over the moans or is my head buried too deep in this pillow?
Okay, okay…I will tell you afte r the next time I am horny!!!
**PURELY A WORK OF FICTION**
The house and the picket fence are overrated.
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