Dana only wanted me to fuck her She didn’t like me sucking her pussy She wanted to save something special just for her boyfriend That’s what she told me and, if you want to know the truth I didn’t really give a damn The only thing I’d been doing down between her legs was showing off I was perfectly happy to save the effort and the energy When I first met Dana she gave me a look that says, “You may have fooled the others but you don’t fool me and if you promise not to waste my precious time with bon mots and attempts at wit then you can fuck me till you’re blue in the face.” I know that look I’ve seen that look before and fuck we did over and over for several weeks one summer that felt like a year and we somehow managed to hide the rutting from the wonderful people to whom we’d promised to be faithful So, we went at each other day after day with acrobatic, if joyless, precision Strip the clothes hit the bed thrust, roll, fuck disengage then hide the evidence and, in the end, it was obvious to me that what Dana and I were doing had very little to do with trying to make each other cum This was sex as penance It was just to prove to the world to ourselves that we weren’t worthy of being loved
Max Mundan, Going Through the Motions
From my upcoming book, Blame It on the Texas Sky
