she didnt like to kiss

                      fucked like a rabbit but face to facemissionary which seemed her favorite she turnedtilted her head jutted her chin she didnt want to kiss

                                                 although an enthusiastic fuck

so hed ride up her body have her squeeze her tits together fuck them ride higher have her suck his cock flip her over take her from behind get under her let her fuck him let her faceaway grip his shins while he admired her shapely back an ass yank her to him gobbled her pussy sixtynine roll her onto the bottom continue

                                                                                        just didnt want to kiss

Ya know girlie Prostitutes hookers don like to kiss either  he didnt say

he forgot what veeredsevered their relationship

                                                  when she got off on fucking in cemeteries on gravesthe fresher the better

he didnt flinch

fuck in church

didnt flinch

sneak over to her parents house fuck in her childhood sandbox under the swingset and slide

didnt

        didnt remember what went wrong awry

maybe because he quit tryin to kiss her

                                          dropped him like a hot potato  of course he was hot

she quit taking his calls even had her roommate ask him to quit calling

not twothree weeks after he chanced dropping by

her roommate said she wasnt in maybe do himself a favor  understand she wasnt interested

he didnt try to pump her for answers

one thing lead to another

A drink?

Sure

Have any grass?

Got hash

I haven’t tried that.

Ya gotta try it

Alright.

by the time the night was over she tried things she said she hadnt imagined

                                                                                  she enthused him  kissed

slipping out the back door early morning she asked You’re not going to say anything about this to her?

You know better than tha  She aint talking to me

                                                     I hope we can do this again

Yes. Yes. I’d like that.

saying goodnight they clencheddeep kisses he she collectively lost their minds she droppedsucked his cock he pulled her upspun her aroundtook her from behind think they may have damaged the railing on the back stoop that she clutched not to get knocked off her feet

                                           he had no idea he had anything left  Oh well

I never had sex outside before.

Well have to make a point of tha

clandestinely hed pick her up in his car theyd park on random neighborhood streets parking lots fuck in the backseat

   she outenthused kissless

unfortunately her mother was involved an car accident she was needed at home to help her convalesce

she blew him in the airport parking structure before she flew away

                                                                       turns out

flew away for the rest of their lives

they wrote letters postcards

she married

had three children

was happy

he suffered a dry streak after that

                                     to be fair he wasnt hounding

found a magazine published in the Netherlands at a local corner newsstand where he bought daily newspapers

turns out he supplanted subordinated her

                                             wrote her she was superseded by glossy pages

she replied that that was unhealthy

Unhealthy? Cheaper than a date.

They’re sluts.

Not that they know, though they’re probably aware they’re being masturbated to.

he sent her several pages of a model he particularly likedwas very fond of What do you think?

she wrote I have to confess, knowing that you masturbate to her really turned me on. I imagined. Found myself masturbating to her too.

Thas my grrl! You see, she’s not a slut.

Yes she is. I imagined her a slut once, then since.  I got so hot I actually squirted.

Bitch. You denied me.

I didn’t know I could.

from what evidence,  November, 1999

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