A text: Do you have 15 minutes?
Yes. What’s up?
Ding dong. I open the door and see you, tapping your foot with impatience. I’m confused.
“Why are you texting me if you are on my doorstep?”
You don’t answer but step into the house and kick the door closed behind you. Grabbing my shirt, you yank it open.
“Hang on just a minute!”
Ignoring me, you shove me against the wall and kiss me. I’m still trying to talk, I push at you but you are very strong and quite determined. Your kisses are passionate and demanding. Your hands are inside my shirt, pulling down my bra. Despite my protestations, my body reacts to you. It always does. I feel my nipples harden and that familiar heat begin to spread in my abdomen.
Then you pinch me. Hard.
“Hey! That hurt!” I try to say, but you put your tongue in my mouth to shut me up. Your thumb soothes my aching nipple and I begin to forgive you. Suddenly, I’m on my back and you’re on top of me. I have no idea how I got here.
“No.” You pry my legs apart and settle yourself between them. “You’ll catch up.”
Pleasure Me - Tina Donahue
1 year ago