Thursday, 13 August 2009

Knockin' on Bubble's Door


"I'm so glad you came!"
"I didn't leave, love"
"But I didn't know"
"I love your pouty mouth"
"Kiss me, baby"
The fever, the noises. Arms and legs twisted. The wetness, the tongues.
"Is that a make-up fuck, my love?"
"No, it's a welcome back fuck"
"But I didn't leave!"
"Stop talking, Rupe"
He didn't stop, but the new words were sweet and hot and she didn't complain. Instead, she moaned. That wise tongue... Lucy felt all her blood rushing, flowing wildly, boiling.
"I love when you blush" said Rupert.
Though he wasn't looking precisely at her face.
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