.. And then momentarily get lost into of the memoirs of illusions.... gliding in the air breathing fresh old air and floating through the wet warm waters of vices drinking from the lips and from the lollipops seeing how they opened up and how they closed down slowly smoothly and softly scrubbing the skin caressing the skin sucking licking touching and fucking the skin rubbing one skin next to the other melting and moistening sweaty and salty this and that here and there up and down in and out now and then slow and fast soft and hard politely and harshly kindly and crudely sincerely obediently domineeringly and enslaved....when you said the moments of you talking all night long in your drawing room, the time you first masturbated and how you loved yourself, how you spread yourself and opened yourself and touched to yourself and rubbed your self and played with your self and felt your self and saw your self and touched tickled pinched pushed pressed rubbed and insert inside of your self. It was only a few houses away. I looked around and spotted my jeans on the floor.I couldn’t go out in my panties. I grabbed them and pulled them on. The fridge in his kitchen creaked open. “Want a beer. My old man won’t notice. He’s got so many in here.”“No,” I said. “I have to get a diet coke. We got them at my house.”“Your house?”I had my jeans on and headed for the door where my shoes awaited. He appeared and cracked open a can of Miller Lite. It hissed and frothed. He sipped at it as he stared at me. I reached the door and slipped into my flats.“Wait, are you really leaving to get a diet coke?”“Well, yeah,” I said, shoes on. I opened the door.He hurried across the living room and grabbed my arm as I stepped outside. “You can’t leave. Things were just getting good.”“But I have to get home and get a drink,” I whimpered, feeling it in my mind. “Let go, Brett.”“No, I got a diet coke in the fridge. Come on.”He pulled me into the house. I couldn’t have that. A wild panic shot through.
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