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Set On Random.

Thinking all those romantic thoughts like, "stop talking," and "put my cock in your mouth".

Thinking about what I like about watching people fuck. Watching real people, doing embarrassing things. Moments of real life. Real lust. Real stupidity and regret.

Or just well-paid pros getting smashed good and hard. People who know how to fuck for a living. Competent. Flashy. Well-lit. Big names. Big cocks. Big tits. Hard at it.

People are such tricky things. Sometimes you just want to hold them down and make them cum like it's a punishment.

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Facing It

She wants to be fucked by a stranger, or maybe a stranger's pet slave. She wants to know that she's being taken by something dirty, somebody wrong. She can't cum unless there's some perversity involved.

You want to get involved?

Sure you do. You want to take her lust and shove it up inside yourself. You want to eat her pussy until it's trickling down your throat.

You reach out for her, your fingers getting lost in her wide open holes. You struggle to maintain coherency, even as she compels you to orgasm as easily as you might order out for pizza.

She finishes up on your face.

Getting Away But Not Really

She wants to be disgusting. Deplorable. She wants to writhe on the floor and be fucked by animals. She wants to lose herself to filth. Nothing regulated. No rules.

She sits quietly in her parent's home, wearing clean underwear and going to bed early. She seems more private than shy. She doesn't have a job right now, but she got very good marks in school.

She studies herself in front of a mirror when she masturbates. She fantasizes about violence and bad mistakes. Lapses in judgement. Abuse. An internal struggle made into flesh. She thinks about being hit, and taken with force. Events beyond her control.

She wants to slit herself open and crawl outside. She paws nervously at her own cunt, like she's trying to escape.

Mouthfuls.

"Let it burn," she says, throwing another lover on the fire.

She's a wet-mouthed, soft-eyed thing. Violently passive. Dangerously drunk on her own needs.

She wants to fuck, to be fucked, to be known and exploited.

She spreads herself like a flower before the sun, soaking in the radiation and rain.

Slowly, it all drips down.

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Parts Known and Other

We weren't fucking, we were just sitting around, all turned on and touching. Touching our little insect antenna, touching our little outer-shell-casings.

"Let me spit onto something a little more comfortable," she said, as she moved in, maybe for the kill, or maybe just for the weekend.

I was hard and she was soft, and that was about all we had in common. No names, no addresses, no shared languages. She let me have her, and when we were done, I made her clean up the mess. She'd loved it, the forced servitude. Under other circumstances it might have come off as macho, or crue. But as it was, she took my abuse, and found subtle ways to return her own.

It was an arrangement. Of personalties, desires, parts? Parts unknown, certainly.

Stepped At A Times

I lay my tongue between her toes (the big one and the one next to it, on her right foot), and feel her squirm. I don't have a fetish for feet, I just like bodies and skin. I also like the way she almost recoils.

Perfect little toes. You can suck one, just for a moment, and she makes a sound like her clit's caught in a toaster-oven, and maybe she kind of likes it just a bit.

A quiver travels up her leg, and nestles into her ass, where it spreads a skin-based warmth that becomes wetness when it hits her pussy.

She groans.

I take her. A step, at a time.

Swallowed With A Kiss

She's got one of those pretty faces, you really want to stick your cock in. You want to see her spread her lips, so you can press inside her, and feel her tongue take you on. You want to hear her choking you down, or gasping to say your name.

She's one of those girls you can't take your hands or your eyes or your handcuffs off of.

She looks at me like she might devour me, or break me in half. She looks at me like she might throw herself on me like I was a sword to embed her upon.

Yeah, I was a simple sort of suicide, if she could swallow me.

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Lost Words

Her conversations read like pornography; you can almost hear the balls slapping against her ass as she lines up her argument. She drools a little as she delivers the more meaningful parts of her manifesto.

I'm hard; hardly paying attention to details, just listening to her breathe, listen to her giving me orders like, "treat me like a whore". She orders me to disrespect her, to pull her across the room by her hair, to hold her down. I don't have to be told twice; I'd do it for free, just to see the look on her face.

She's like a toy; I use her as an excuse to feel weird and violent and sort of at home. At home with her.

"Treat me like," she starts to say, but I fill her mouth, and the words are lost.

Don't Stop Being

You weren't trained to love me, but I think I can work with that.

Yeah, you there, with the glowing eyes and the teeth like chipped razor blades. Tongue-wrapped in barbed-wires. Nipples like broken glass just under the skin.

She was talking to me with a tongue that was slit and leaking herself all over.

I just wanted to wrap myself in her. I wanted a reason to remember, or something to forget. I wanted to be the bone that broke in her hands. I wanted to be the nail that pierced her heart.

She stuck her tongue in my mouth, and dripped that luminous poison blood down my throat.

I swallowed her, and was gone.

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All Those Silly Ways

I was picking bits of her out of my teeth; flesh, and scraps of her promises.

Yeah, she'd been a beautiful lover, but I'd fucked that out of her. I'd let her hold me down and forced us into something more intricate and cruel than orgasmic release.

No, we were a knot of perversions and ideals, a soft warm cunt yielding to a cock that surged forward like one of those hungry little alien monsters, ready to snap its jaws and spit warm acid across bodies or into the abyss.

Yeah, she's so shallow, but that's just how she talks. I'm so deep, I'm so into her, I'm so interested in her, in her depths and her lengths. I want to see how she lies, how she lies to me, around me.

Yeah, she closes her eyes, and opens everything else up to me.

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It was as much mutual masturbation as it was a conversation.

"I just want to get to know you," I said, eyeing up her nudity. "I want you to know me."

Her legs spread, revealing warmth and something sort of dangerous, like a drug.

"I want to know your dirty thoughts, your dirty wants. So I can know you. Better."

All About You

She wanted to fuck me; aggressively, tersely, suddenly. With her mouth, and hands, and eyes.

I sat there, waiting for her (for you), my whole body tense and rigid like some painfully erect cock. Waiting for attention, or a touch.

Her eyes were wet from crying; her cunt was wet from wanting. "Fuck me 'til I cry," she laughed. "Fuck me until I can't see straight."

I grabbed her like I was worried she'd get away. I held her like a criminal, a sex-toy, a whore I'd bought and paid for.

She slipped between my fingers like moisture.

She gasped, just slightly, and then I was had.

Her Trap

She was sorta perfect, in a scary way.

She fit my cock into her mouth like it was a meal. Like she was going to swallow me up, head-first, and drain me dry into her.

She was sorta curvy, in a skinny way. Sorta tall, in a short fashion. She was very, very nice, but she only expressed it in really mean ways.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said, and it was more than a threat, it was a way out; a way out of life. The lights went down, the door clicked shut, and the locks fastened themselves.

I fell into her beauty, her cunt, her trap.

And stayed.

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