Thursday, August 04, 2005

Friends

“We’re friends right?” Linda just stared at me from her seat on the couch as I closed the door behind me.

I walked slowly across the room. Her eyes never left mine the whole time.

“I guess” she whispered, fingering her blouse. She pulled awkwardly at her short skirt.

I touched her softly on the cheek. She seemed sad. The look on her face said it all. “Are you glad I came?” I already knew her answer.

Her lip quivered, making her seem even more vulnerable.

She sat up, glared at me with a pained expression and blurted, “Eat me, you piece of shit.”

Then she slapped my face so hard, the sting shot up and down my body as my head swung round.

I opened my eyes and pulled my head up, my mouth open. I wiped my chin with the back of my hand.

She lay on the couch, her head tipped back, breasts tight against the white cotton top she was wearing, legs wide apart.

“You bitch!” I snorted.

I was on her immediately, slid her panties to one side and took her moistness fully in my mouth. Easing my hand down, I unbuttoned my fly, released my cock and worked myself while licking feverishly at her clit. Her pleasurable moans got me going, and I came quickly, feeling anger rise up inside me.

“You bitch!” I snorted.

She lay on the couch, her head tipped back, her breasts tight against the white cotton top she was wearing, legs wide apart.

I opened my eyes and pulled my head up, my mouth open. I wiped my chin with the back of my hand.

Then she slapped my face so hard, the sting shot up and down my body as my head swung round.

She sat up, glared at me with a pained expression and blurted, “Eat me, you piece of shit.”

Her lip quivered, making her seem even more vulnerable.

I touched her softly on the cheek. She seemed sad. The look on her face said it all. “Are you glad I came?” I already knew her answer.

“I guess” she whispered, fingering her blouse. She pulled awkwardly at her short skirt.

I walked slowly across the room. Her eyes never left mine the whole time.

“We’re friends right?” Linda just stared at me from her seat on the couch as I closed the door behind me.

Pavlovs Dog

Remember PAvlov? He was the guy who could get dogs to salivate just by ringing a bell. Well today I was made to feel a bit like Mr Pavlov by my fellow erotic writer Tara Tainton.

The thought of a sexy wench getting fired up at the sound of my voice is a huge turn on and gives me a sense of power that makes you want to ravish someone on the spot.