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Walking to the door he pauses. Looking at the knob he thinks.
What was the last good thing she said to me? When was the last nice thing she did? ... I cant remember.
Turning the nob he smiles as she walks in, still pondering this thing she calls a relationmship and he calls nothing. She wreaked of alcohol. The smell of beer and hard liquor radiated from her pours. Her denim, pleated dress was just short enough that he could see the color of her panties. Lacey, boy-cut and pink, the ones he loved. She was trying to make-up for something. How sad is that? He can tell by the outfit she was wearing that she knew she screwed up so she was going to fuck his brains out till he forgot, or forgave her.
Where were you tonight? she questioned, slowly looking from her hand on his chest to his eyes.
Working like usual. he shot back, still not sure if this should end now or once she sobered up.
She started running one finger around his chest, slowly dropping it down to his belt. So, uh, why didnt you come to the party? her voice breathy and a bit slurred. She was too drunk to be sedductive, but he still started getting hard once she grasped his belt buckle. We all missed you tonight.
I can see that, he was getting slightly annoyed. Although, not sure if it was at her or the situation. It had been about a week since they had fucked last. That too was a small source of frustration. His dick was telling him that any sex would be better than his hand right now, but his brain was screaming at him to stop this bullshit right now.
Somehow she slipped her hand down his pants before he could stop her, then kissed just above the center of his chest where his colar bones met.
I missed you tonight especially.
That one is a bit more obvious, fully erect she leads him back to his room.
Once they cross through the door he closes it, and she pushes him to the bed. Whatever is about to happen he knows he will regret tomorrow. But right now his dick has taken over and he doesn't care.
She kisses him again between the colar bones, but this time she doesn't stop. She drags her lips up his neck to his ear, kissing along the way. All the while undoing his belt. Finally finding his lips with hers she presses their heads together. This close and he can taste each drink she had tonight.
It makes him think, do I really want to go through with this? Is the sex that good?

Because of the restrictions on DA i have decided to not include this entry in its entirety, because it does get rather graphic and i enjoy my ability to post art here. If you wish to see the rest of this piece check out my website, under the "Poetry" section.

Description
Walking to the door he pauses. Looking at the knob he thinks.
What was the last good thing she said to me? When was the last nice thing she did? ... I cant remember.
Turning the nob he smiles as she walks in, still pondering this thing she calls a relationmship and he calls nothing. She wreaked of alcohol. The smell of beer and hard liquor radiated from her pours. Her denim, pleated dress was just short enough that he could see the color of her panties. Lacey, boy-cut and pink, the ones he loved. She was trying to make-up for something. How sad is that? He can tell by the outfit she was wearing that she knew she screwed up so she was going to fuck his brains out till he forgot, or forgave her.
Where were you tonight? she questioned, slowly looking from her hand on his chest to his eyes.
Working like usual. he shot back, still not sure if this should end now or once she sobered up.
She started running one finger around his chest, slowly dropping it down to his belt. So, uh, why didnt you come to the party? her voice breathy and a bit slurred. She was too drunk to be sedductive, but he still started getting hard once she grasped his belt buckle. We all missed you tonight.
I can see that, he was getting slightly annoyed. Although, not sure if it was at her or the situation. It had been about a week since they had fucked last. That too was a small source of frustration. His dick was telling him that any sex would be better than his hand right now, but his brain was screaming at him to stop this bullshit right now.
Somehow she slipped her hand down his pants before he could stop her, then kissed just above the center of his chest where his colar bones met.
I missed you tonight especially.
That one is a bit more obvious, fully erect she leads him back to his room.
Once they cross through the door he closes it, and she pushes him to the bed. Whatever is about to happen he knows he will regret tomorrow. But right now his dick has taken over and he doesn't care.
She kisses him again between the colar bones, but this time she doesn't stop. She drags her lips up his neck to his ear, kissing along the way. All the while undoing his belt. Finally finding his lips with hers she presses their heads together. This close and he can taste each drink she had tonight.
It makes him think, do I really want to go through with this? Is the sex that good?

Because of the restrictions on DA i have decided to not include this entry in its entirety, because it does get rather graphic and i enjoy my ability to post art here. If you wish to see the rest of this piece check out my website, under the "Poetry" section.