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Mar 2012
I'll take it from here
Hand off the wine glass and pick up the carving knife
Her lythe body lay hacked clean of both right appendages
On the center of our dining room table
Mouth painted red and bruised
We normally eat together
I loved when he brought home beautiful women
All tormented and smelling of sorrow
Three raw, fresh fillets of meat lay out before him
His teeth curving into a smile
Gleaming in the bright light as he slices strips off
Holds them out to me
I **** at his fingertips while pulling away
The meat is tender, she was in excellent shape
I could taste her laughter melting into my jaws
Reaching for him, unable to resist
Sliding ****** hands down his torso to silk lounge pants
Knowing what was beneath them well
Anticipating what came next
Feeding always evolved into *******
The soft whisper of clothes shedding
Wicked heat radiating in waves
He pulls tight on my hair
Hiss
Lifting up and over the warm form of our dinner
Popping the head of his shaft into my tight heat
Groan
Slowly he grinds into me
Escalating into a bass beat influenced pounding
I scream into the dining room
Always released with his jutting ***
Slowing down to kisses and laughter
Let's eat
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
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