From the Stacks


The anticipation of a date with another similar minded match is what makes the ending.
There are milestones in a courtship. Perhaps meeting in the middle of the day in a random generic hotel room for the sole purpose of satisfaction.
That moment when the foreplay is over. It is on! The past the point of no return, the top of a waterfall, no turning back releases, you bite your own knuckle as something to hold on to.
 

"But mom, you are judging his outside. Inside he is a wonderful gentle soul." I said over and over into the phone on the hotel room desk. I looked at him and covered the phone with my hand and whispered "she is so conservative. I don't think you can come for Thanksgiving."

"I don't give a fuck." the picture of primal masculinity grunted from the couch laughing at my littel skit and rippling the ink tatooed across his hard massive body.

"I thought you wanted the bad boy special?" I said with a sarcastic smile as I walked over to him, still in his jeans.

"I don't want to play any games." he said nonplussed.

"You want to play with me?" I said with a meek voice and a dirty girl smirk standing dwarfed between his knees, but regaining his full attention and hands on my ass.

He did not say any more words for some time.
 
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