The Hipster Brigade
Friday, June 18, 2004
  rated X for mature content

everyone thought we were holding hands under the table. his hand gently caressing my knee, and then wandering up just a bit further feeling the wetness between my thighs. smiling at me and laughing at a joke someone was saying across the table. his hand gently placing my skirt back down. just a tease.

now it was my turn.

nodding as someone tells me about their trip to europe last spring. i take his hand, which he places neatly on his lap. he's hard alright. ready. i smile, raising my eyebrows just a little bit. hinting at what is to come later.

we force our way through more small talk. but my shifting, alerts him that i need to be taken right there or else i will leave with someone else that will.

we politely decline dessert through fake yawns. we run all the way to the subway holding hands, barely containing myself for what's to come.
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my favorite part is never the foreplay or the teasing. it's the part when i know he's going to fuck me. the part where his voice changes and he says every little thing he wants to do to me, and me to him.

-"i want to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk."
-"i want to lick your nipples."
-"i want you to suck my cock."
-"i want to cum all over your tits."

i'm greedy too. greedy and eager, but he takes his time, making me take his dick in my mouth. circling the head and then slowly i lick down the shaft inserting as much as i can down my throat. he moans a bit. i will do anything to have him inside me. he knows this. he uses it against me.

he places a finger inside me, slowly moving back and forth, then faster making me cum. but it won't do. i need cock.

i can't hear a thing. only the sound of my panting in anticipation as he gently pushes inside me. that first push hurts just a little, but in a way in which i want him to keep pushing. harder and harder. till i'm filled up.

always slow at first and then faster, increasing and decreasing, reading what it will do to me. i cum a lot. again and again. i can tell that he's tired as he sucks my nipple, but he also senses that i'm not done. i haven't had my fill. he won't rest till i'm done. no apologies he pumps away until i'm screaming in his ear little "oh gods" and "fucks" till he is panting in my ear and collapsing on my chest. that's my favorite part. the part where he cums. i like it almost as much as him inside me. i can't say what it is about it, but just to know that he's satisfied too fills me with even more satisfaction.

cheesy yes, but that's how passion is sometimes. giving and taking.
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