it wasn't all about
the proverbial lighting of the post-coital cigarette
the white sheets wrapped around inseparable sweaty bodies
holding hands, tangled legs
staring
at the ceiling
these sheets all tucked around my ******* his waist
it was the mediocre
it was the scurry across cold plastic floors
to go *** quickly,
so I wouldn't start ******* blood 20 or so hours later
and forcing myself to ***
and splashing water to stop dripping *** across the floors
while I looked in the mirror
nonplussed
but
hair mussed
sticky with sweat
dripping with goo
thinking
man,
that felt really good
and reveling in that brief, delightful feeling
of a man's weight
on your chest
breathing heavily after ******* inside you
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
it wasn't all about
the proverbial lighting of the post-coital cigarette
the white sheets wrapped around inseparable sweaty bodies
holding hands, tangled legs
staring
at the ceiling
these sheets all tucked around my ******* his waist
it was the mediocre
it was the scurry across cold plastic floors
to go *** quickly,
so I wouldn't start ******* blood 20 or so hours later
and forcing myself to ***
and splashing water to stop dripping *** across the floors
while I looked in the mirror
nonplussed
but
hair mussed
sticky with sweat
dripping with goo
thinking
man,
that felt really good
and reveling in that brief, delightful feeling
of a man's weight
on your chest
breathing heavily after ******* inside you
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