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"What a day," thought Paula, as she sped down Marine Blvd. on her way to the bank, "it’s just one thing after another!" She knew that she was speeding, but what with the stop at the bank, grocery shopping, and a visit to the beauty parlor, she would be hard pressed to make her six o’clock appointment with her husband. Drinks, dinner, and the opera, if she could just get through the day, h words. Oh, that's nice. That little tingle of aggression. That's what I live for. That's what my husband can't understand, what he could never give me. Are you wondering why I picked his car for the scene of our first lovemaking? Because that's what it is, sweetheart, you know it as well as I do. I don't want you to be jealous. I don't want his shadow intruding on what we do here tonight. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't like the fact that we're doing this here, staining the symbol of his power with our juices. After tonight, anytime I drive with him in this car, I'll remember us. I'll remember our truth held up to his lies. I'll look at this gear-shift and imagine you impaled on it, fucking it with your tight young cunt. Oh, this is a fine car, I'm not saying it isn't. The kind of car people drive in commercials. I hate those commercials, with their simpering, nudging assurances that whoever drives this particular car has made it, is successful, even though they're burdened with enough bills and burdens and cares to level a civilization. Leather and wood fittings with an unnaturally glossy finish, gadgets that do everything but wipe your ass. Nothing in this upholstered tomb compares to your body, sweetness. Nothing here is as sweetly graceful as the curve of your breast, nothing in it smells as sweet as the hair on your head or between your legs. I'd trade a fleet of these cars for one minute licking the sole of your foot. And I'm going to get much more than that tonight. No, I'm not taking anything for granted, understand that. The way you're opening up to me is something so precious I can barely stand to talk about it. I don't want to do anything to compromise that trust. But you do trust me. I can see it in your eyes as you lay yourself down, I can see it in your smile. Let me lie down beside you, okay? Here on this so-soft seat. Let me stretch an arm over your belly and nuzzle at this tender place just under your breast. Let's just be quiet here for a second, okay? Let's just listen to our breath. Oh, but you want more than that now, don't you? Your fire is blazing now, making your skin glow. Your youth isn't going to wait on subtleties. Now that you've gone over the edge, you want to feel yourself falling. I'll oblige you. I'll lay my fingers on the spread wings of your cunt and I'll put poetry aside for a moment so I can give your girl-twat the frigging it deserves. Oh yes, a finger in your pussy. Isn't that nice? You've had your own finger in there, I can tell by how readily you respond, half-sitting up and gasping that way. But you've never had anyone else's finger in there, have you? Tell me the truth, love. Tell Linda the truth or she'll tickle you silly with orgasms. I know how to do it, oh yes. I know how to make a girl's pussy sit up and do tricks. Lesbian? Bisexual? Such little words, honey. Such tiny concepts to cover the whole range of pleasure I live with - the pleasure I can give you. Just lie there and shut up now, beloved. I'm going to give you a good old-fashioned finger-fucking. In and out. In and out. Is that nice? Is that nice, my little twenty-something lover? Does my baby like that friction? Oh, I can tell it is. Let's try two fingers. Oh, look at her face! That sweet face crying out for mamma! Can you take three? Can you? I can give you three. I got my ring-finger here all ready to go. You just talk to mamma, sweetness. You just give her the word if you want three fingers. . |