curious

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you can get down on your knees if you're naughty

things were fine.

we were laughing,

drinking,

having a good time.

she took me to an empty bedroom.

she took my clothes off.

she made me feel like i was the only girl in the world.

she made me feel like i was beautiful in that moment.

her lips traced every stretch mark and freckle across my stomach and thighs.

her hand never removed itself from my grasp.

maybe it was the alcohol that made me do it.

maybe it was pure desperation and lust.

what if it was neither?

one hand entangled in my hair and the other around my neck,

as if her hand was a chain - a leash that proved my belonging to her.

our tongues swapping tastes of alcohol ridden saliva,

and our bodies mounding together,

i didn't know where i ended and she started.

her dark hair and crystal blue eyes stare into mine, and she whispered the worst words into my ear.

why did i like it?

no.

this is wrong.

get out.

you're going to get hurt.

you're going to hurt her.

soft, full, plump lips meet my own in a sense of urgency, her knee pressing between my legs.

the height difference made this easy.

she had me pinned.

my hands above my head,

her lips against my jaw,

hips grinding mine into the wall,

and her knee pressing against my most neglected part.

her perfect milky white skin seemed to glow as articles of clothing seemed to vanish in seconds.

the racing of my own heartbeat fills my ears,