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Part 1 of 2 - My Sex

He asked me what was is the difference, when I told him with me there is sex two ways
I said I can fuck you cold or I can devour you in my fire
It�s all really simple; it�s all entirely up to you
He asked like a child in school, tell me what sex is cold
I replied that, a cold fuck is:
Closing my eyes and not taking my time, I get to the point and slip into your mind I give you what I know you dream, I will not be nice to you and I will not ask you to be nice to me, it�s hard and to the place, there will be no glow of exasperation on my face, my body will not shake or quiver, I will claw you until you bleed and I will tease you till you hurt with need, and I will not quite or give it over, I will hold you still in space as your swollen desire tries to bust free, then I will give you just a little taste and you will ambitiously try to win the race, but what you do not realize is that, it is rigged and the only person running is you, Your heart will beat in every part of your body, sweat will cover your body, your ragged breathing will almost become unbearable, your skin will become too tight to fit over your body, and none of this discomfort and aching need that over comes your body, that is now binding only to my will does not affect a single move I make, as I decide when and how and if to let you have a final release.
Yes, yes, yes this is what I need he said, this is what I want to do
Laughter filled me from a spot that is just so familiar, I held it in and thought, oh this poor, poor man and
I said I cannot give this to you; I do not give myself so easily and freely
He asked me do you have sex for money, I tried to control myself, and contain the disdain I felt inside
Boiling in my veins,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO I am worth so much more than money, I cannot sell me,
I do have however, have many in my family
They will sell sex to you so freely but they do not do what I do
What I do is insanity

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