As he is on top slowly fucking me, he whispers: “My heart wants to give you a baby but my head is telling me that’s wrong.”
Prostitution runs through my veins, she told herself. The vice of choice for those before her. It made the decision easier with each passing day. “I get fucked on a regular basis. I might as well get paid for it.”
Last night I fucked him again. Once again, I think never again. My friendship lines are blurred because we vowed to make the last time a one night stand. I was too good for last night where fucking and love intertwined. Yet, the love will never unwind from my mind. Fucking is now the twine that makes us crave each others attention. Friendship lines are on hold because the only thing left is where the sex unfolds.
All I had to do was whisper, “You can fuck me in ways you could never fuck your wife.” That spark in his eyes told me he agreed but not like the rise of his dick.
“I’m going to fuck you now.” He stated as he looked me in the eyes with this longing glance. “Nice way to put it Kyle.” Here I was again, encountering a situation that I said I would never let myself go back to. One night stands and heartbreaks is not where I’m at in my life, I proclaimed. I want something real, deeper with true meaning. Suddenly, I’m in a bed with his fingers moving like hummingbird wings on my clit slowly bringing me to that point where I understood why I am laying in this bed having him tell me he wants to fuck me. And fuck me he did.
When it is said and done I still
Believe in love even though it has hurt me
Crave a touch even though it caused my downfall
Want him because I want what I shouldn’t have
Blame others for the lack of communication when I’m the embarrassed one.
Leave it up to him when I’m the one who has to be in control
Fuck him to get back at the other him
Smile when I’m crying
Cry when I’m smiling
Focus on everything but the obstacle I sense ahead
Still
Until the moment
I can’t stand
Any longer.
LisaMore 