Desultory and Impulsive
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*Throws an isolation, 24000 post party*
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Pushing
My cock
Into her asshole
Is one thing
Lining up to her
Feeling the tip of it
Bump
And bed into her
Nudge and nestle
Against
The warm entrance
Of her exit
And telling her
To push back against me...
Feeling her tight
Warm elastic body
Struggle
And adjust
And envelope me
To feel her glide
Tight
And hungry
And wanting
Her flesh
Becoming the embodiment
Of lust
Flush lust
Wet lust
Taking what she needs
Pulling her head back by her hair
Feeling the silken strands
Between my fingers
My knuckles
Hard against the back of her skull
The slack flesh of my scrotum
Cup-slapping
The open wet lips of her labia
Kissing and sucking my sack
With each thrust back against me
Her back arching up with orgasm
Her ridged body
Quaking and quivering
Every bit of her I feel
My cock swelling all the more
Making room for my own
Pressure building
Feeling the wet surge of myself
Press through me
Spilling forth into her
In the form of a pulsar
In the space between stars
Rippling across time
My body
My biological code
Comes to be inside of her
And we lock
Knotted
Like two human dogs
Too sensitive to disengage
And time
Becomes what we are
Together.
My cock
Into her asshole
Is one thing
Lining up to her
Feeling the tip of it
Bump
And bed into her
Nudge and nestle
Against
The warm entrance
Of her exit
And telling her
To push back against me...
Feeling her tight
Warm elastic body
Struggle
And adjust
And envelope me
To feel her glide
Tight
And hungry
And wanting
Her flesh
Becoming the embodiment
Of lust
Flush lust
Wet lust
Taking what she needs
Pulling her head back by her hair
Feeling the silken strands
Between my fingers
My knuckles
Hard against the back of her skull
The slack flesh of my scrotum
Cup-slapping
The open wet lips of her labia
Kissing and sucking my sack
With each thrust back against me
Her back arching up with orgasm
Her ridged body
Quaking and quivering
Every bit of her I feel
My cock swelling all the more
Making room for my own
Pressure building
Feeling the wet surge of myself
Press through me
Spilling forth into her
In the form of a pulsar
In the space between stars
Rippling across time
My body
My biological code
Comes to be inside of her
And we lock
Knotted
Like two human dogs
Too sensitive to disengage
And time
Becomes what we are
Together.
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Besides
She liked the idea of carrying
Another man's semen inside of her
His hormones
His DNA
A different composition from whom her body was used to
His sperm and testosterone
Absorbing into her
Seeping out of her
Pooling in the crotch of her panties
Lubricating the lips of her labia as she walked
Squishing and being pushed back up inside her as she sat.
She liked the idea of carrying
Another man's semen inside of her
His hormones
His DNA
A different composition from whom her body was used to
His sperm and testosterone
Absorbing into her
Seeping out of her
Pooling in the crotch of her panties
Lubricating the lips of her labia as she walked
Squishing and being pushed back up inside her as she sat.
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But then there was this one time when she met him in the park
It was business as usual
She got out of her car
He approached her
They said their hellows
He felt her up through her clothing
Rubbed her breasts
She felt her body become turned on by the anticipation of expectation
She turned around and bent over the seat of her car
He pulled her pants and panties down to her knees
She wished she could have kicked them off to spread more for him but she liked the restraint. She liked the claustrophobia too. The clunky inability to escape the confines of her own clothing. Her own car.
He thrust his cock into her
And as she sometimes did she began counting the strokes of his body as he began seesawing himself into her
Is pace varied as it usually did for the first minute or so until he found his rhythm. Once he did she settled in. Resting the weight of her torso on her forearms. Thinking about herself ass up for him.
His pace was steady and delightful
And her subconscious count was up to 42 when she felt the clutch of his grasping hands buckle in to her hips.
His body wordlessly spasmed his orgasm into her and she felt the familiar comforting heat of her own body rise as it welcomed his ejaculate.
She waited with him in that post ejaculate pause. He still inside her. Her not wanting, but ready for him to pull out.
He slowly did and she heard him say "okay"
Thinking he was talking to her she began to turn her satiated smiling face to him as she'd do, readying herself to pull her pants up to continue about her day
But then she felt another set of hands on her. A different set of hands. One who's touch was unfamiliar. She froze.
As soon as the thought of "this was not discussed" entertained her mind, the new man already had his cock inside her.
It was the shock of it all the caused her lungs to gut the cords of her throat causing her to body grown out "ughh" rather than his size.
The size of him as best she could tell was average. But the newness of the moment made him feel greater than that
She wanted to look back but the audacity of it all kept her there wide-eyed looking forward like an idiot.
She felt like an idiot and she loved it and she hated that she loved it and she hated how she knew how if she didn't look back she would never know who it was because she knew he would never tell her and she loved how she knew he wouldn't and he hated him for it and she hated how she could feel the cock of this other guy plumb out the semen of her lover to be replaced by his own foreign seed. His own sperm, DNA, his own hormones and fluid all assaulting her and she hated how his thrusts stopped and how his cock was just there inside her... rooting her insides to stimulate his ejaculatory response. And her body did, and did so in such away that made him grown out, flushing her insides out of everything that had been deposited their earlier. And she hated it all because this wasn't how a rape is supposed to feel. There should have been more force. More fighting. More... disagreement. But there wasn't. There was just her and a total of twenty minutes out of her day.
It was business as usual
She got out of her car
He approached her
They said their hellows
He felt her up through her clothing
Rubbed her breasts
She felt her body become turned on by the anticipation of expectation
She turned around and bent over the seat of her car
He pulled her pants and panties down to her knees
She wished she could have kicked them off to spread more for him but she liked the restraint. She liked the claustrophobia too. The clunky inability to escape the confines of her own clothing. Her own car.
He thrust his cock into her
And as she sometimes did she began counting the strokes of his body as he began seesawing himself into her
Is pace varied as it usually did for the first minute or so until he found his rhythm. Once he did she settled in. Resting the weight of her torso on her forearms. Thinking about herself ass up for him.
His pace was steady and delightful
And her subconscious count was up to 42 when she felt the clutch of his grasping hands buckle in to her hips.
His body wordlessly spasmed his orgasm into her and she felt the familiar comforting heat of her own body rise as it welcomed his ejaculate.
She waited with him in that post ejaculate pause. He still inside her. Her not wanting, but ready for him to pull out.
He slowly did and she heard him say "okay"
Thinking he was talking to her she began to turn her satiated smiling face to him as she'd do, readying herself to pull her pants up to continue about her day
But then she felt another set of hands on her. A different set of hands. One who's touch was unfamiliar. She froze.
As soon as the thought of "this was not discussed" entertained her mind, the new man already had his cock inside her.
It was the shock of it all the caused her lungs to gut the cords of her throat causing her to body grown out "ughh" rather than his size.
The size of him as best she could tell was average. But the newness of the moment made him feel greater than that
She wanted to look back but the audacity of it all kept her there wide-eyed looking forward like an idiot.
She felt like an idiot and she loved it and she hated that she loved it and she hated how she knew how if she didn't look back she would never know who it was because she knew he would never tell her and she loved how she knew he wouldn't and he hated him for it and she hated how she could feel the cock of this other guy plumb out the semen of her lover to be replaced by his own foreign seed. His own sperm, DNA, his own hormones and fluid all assaulting her and she hated how his thrusts stopped and how his cock was just there inside her... rooting her insides to stimulate his ejaculatory response. And her body did, and did so in such away that made him grown out, flushing her insides out of everything that had been deposited their earlier. And she hated it all because this wasn't how a rape is supposed to feel. There should have been more force. More fighting. More... disagreement. But there wasn't. There was just her and a total of twenty minutes out of her day.
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Ba da cha!
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She asked me if I thought she was crazy.
I took a drink of my coffee.
Pausing to feel the warmth of it in my mouth. Contemplating how feminine it was. Not the act. The flavor. The body. The complexity of it. How it changes. Not by the roast. Or the temperature of the water to which it had been brewed. But; by how, in spite of all that goes behind all that aforementioned bullshit by snobbery fuckheaded folks that long to feel an element control over a vapid existence, the cup of coffee you start with, is not ever the same cup of coffee you end with.
It's always changing. Every goddamn cup.
I felt my body relax. Like that of a child enveloped by the arms of its mother.
I swallowed and said "Batshit."
I took a drink of my coffee.
Pausing to feel the warmth of it in my mouth. Contemplating how feminine it was. Not the act. The flavor. The body. The complexity of it. How it changes. Not by the roast. Or the temperature of the water to which it had been brewed. But; by how, in spite of all that goes behind all that aforementioned bullshit by snobbery fuckheaded folks that long to feel an element control over a vapid existence, the cup of coffee you start with, is not ever the same cup of coffee you end with.
It's always changing. Every goddamn cup.
I felt my body relax. Like that of a child enveloped by the arms of its mother.
I swallowed and said "Batshit."
