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Power and punishment
Posted by The Red Devil
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Friday, November 27, 2009
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He kissed her like he meant it. He held her face and kept her still so he can touch her lips with his breath. For a moment, he meant it. But after the moment's gone, so goes the intention.
She fucks him like it meant nothing. She rode him like she were competing for a rodeo; head thrown back and eyes closed so she won't have to see his face as she fakes her dissatisfaction. But in her mind's eye, she sees him and he looks back at her lovingly.
They both make each other believe that this - whatever this was, was always about power and punishment. Yet, neither had any to spare...
She fucks him like it meant nothing. She rode him like she were competing for a rodeo; head thrown back and eyes closed so she won't have to see his face as she fakes her dissatisfaction. But in her mind's eye, she sees him and he looks back at her lovingly.
They both make each other believe that this - whatever this was, was always about power and punishment. Yet, neither had any to spare...
