Twisted

ulled me to him.

Our lips met softly at first, sliding over each other’s in a smooth caress. I parted for him, and he delved his tongue into my mouth, searching. I met him, returning his kiss, savoring the slowness and the softness. We didn’t often kiss like this. Normally we were ferocious with each other. Not this time. This was a gentle kiss. A kiss not of lust but of comfort.

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The clink of a belt buckle. The zing of a zipper. And then his cock filling me as still I pulsed around him.

Melting… Slowly melting into the softness of the bed,

Wanted to make her take all of me down her sweet little throat.

Mary Wollstonecraft’s A Vindication of the Rights of Woman