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Roxy


It's a stormy night. the fireplace in the den banishes the chill. I'm sitting, reading 'Energy of Slaves,' Leonard Cohen. there's a tapping at the window. flash of lightning reveals a lone woman out there.

I go over & open the window. 'what the hell? what happened to you?' I help you climb in. you say 'the guy I met in a bar roughed me up & stole my money. threw me out of the car down the block. I saw your light.' your face is bruised but not swollen. I get 2 towels to dry you & ask your name. 'just call me Roxy.’

you sit by the fire. 'yep. hooked up with the wrong guy again. it's what I do, I'm a tramp.' you look at me, expecting me to disagree. I don't. 'if you picked up a felon in a bar, you are a tramp. you deserve what you get .'

you stand & you're mad. 'why don't you beat me then!' you push your skirt to the floor, step out of it. 'go ahead, beat my fuckin ass, you sanctimonious fucker!' I'm a civilized man, but I hate defiant women! I come toward you & you back off, a little scared. I grab your arm, pull you to the couch, take you over my knees.

damn, what a glorious ass! I touch it. so delicate, but you've aroused my fetish. I raise my hand & strike you hard. you make a noise like a small animal. I continue the spanking till your crying makes me think you'll wither like a crushed flower.

I turn you roughly on the couch. standing, I remove my clothes in a deliberate manner, so you'll anticipate a hard fuck. naked, I move toward your cunt. you spread your legs & slide your pussy toward me. when I enter you, it's the sweetest agony! I haven't done this in a long time. you were sent to me for a reason. you must be a mercy fuck.

after imperial minutes, my terrible flood rages into you. we are breathing hard when you look at me, your eyes demanding my kiss. & I do. we kiss like it will make us immortal...

I should drive you home, but I want to possess you...



Written by JohnFeddeler
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