blasphemous I know but quite frankly my panties are in a bunch and I'm having great difficulty with coherent sentences!
ripped her off of him, tearing at her pants as he pushed her down with one hand. He didn’t even register her eyes widening a bit, in anticipation, and maybe a little bit of fear. She was wearing no underwear, a fact he deeply appreciated when he saw how wet she was already, and some deep dark part of him smirked.
Olivia clawed at his pants, panting like an animal, her legs wrapped around his waist tightly enough to bruise. He stood, long enough to drop his pants and underwear in one fluid movement. His cock was leaking against his belly, pushing up against his skin, and she knew another moment of fear.
“Stand up and bend over.” His voice was coming from somewhere else, and the man who was fisting his cock in front of her was not a man she knew. What frightened her more than anything else was that at this point, she didn’t fucking care. She wanted him to fuck her, wanted to feel the pain of it, and the pleasure of it.
She positioned herself over the arm of the couch, bracing her hands on the leather, and waited.
That scene is so RAW and powerful....ummmm not to mention my undying FANTASY! If there would have been a little spanking involved I could have died a totally content woman!!!!!
~HUSSY~
"Your acting, or your writing, is not yours to judge. So saying "I'm not very good at this" is some sort of protective mechanism, and it will keep you from sharing it with people. You have to be willing to fearlessly expose yourself."
-- Lee Tergesen ~ aka ~ Tobias Beecher of OZ
