Black_Bird
Not Innocent
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- Oct 26, 2001
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So I'm sitting here, quietly fantasizing about no woman in particular... or perhaps I'm thinking of every woman in existence. I'm not so sure...
I'm thinking of my hands on each of her hands, running up the length of her arms and slowly back down. I then would claw her tender skin back on the way up.
I'm thinking of what it would be like to grab hold of her blouse and rip it off her body, listening to her quiet whimpers. So sweet are those whimpers.
I run both hands just beneath the underside of her bra... I growl, push up freeing her breast, and place both hands firmly around her jaw as my mouth crushes against her own. She's surprised, of course, and my rough kiss catches her lips between my teeth. Would she bleed? Would she mind if her lip bled from such passion? Her mind would be too focused on the little cry of want echoing from between her legs.
I would say "Fucking take that dress off, little girl." She would begin to strip... but I would notice she wasn't wearing panties. I'd also notice that black garter belt... "No, don't take that off."
So she would be standing there, in her high heals and stockings and I would grab the girl and swing her around to face the full-length mirror. "What do you see?" I'd whisper in her ear...
"I see... I see me, blushing," She'd mumble.
"I see a sexy woman... that's what I see," I'd tell her, "but I think she'd be sexier with claw marks running down her breast... down her ribs... and cum greasing her thighs, wouldn't you?"
And she would...
Ah... but it is only a fantasy.
I'm thinking of my hands on each of her hands, running up the length of her arms and slowly back down. I then would claw her tender skin back on the way up.
I'm thinking of what it would be like to grab hold of her blouse and rip it off her body, listening to her quiet whimpers. So sweet are those whimpers.
I run both hands just beneath the underside of her bra... I growl, push up freeing her breast, and place both hands firmly around her jaw as my mouth crushes against her own. She's surprised, of course, and my rough kiss catches her lips between my teeth. Would she bleed? Would she mind if her lip bled from such passion? Her mind would be too focused on the little cry of want echoing from between her legs.
I would say "Fucking take that dress off, little girl." She would begin to strip... but I would notice she wasn't wearing panties. I'd also notice that black garter belt... "No, don't take that off."
So she would be standing there, in her high heals and stockings and I would grab the girl and swing her around to face the full-length mirror. "What do you see?" I'd whisper in her ear...
"I see... I see me, blushing," She'd mumble.
"I see a sexy woman... that's what I see," I'd tell her, "but I think she'd be sexier with claw marks running down her breast... down her ribs... and cum greasing her thighs, wouldn't you?"
And she would...
Ah... but it is only a fantasy.