I could never be a paperback porn writer...

"He slid his hand under her skirt and felt her warmth against his skin. The touch of his fingers made her close her eyes. She arched her back before meeting his advance with equal pressure. She reached for him. He could feel her fingernails scraping across his shirt, pulling it with desperate hands. It was clear that she had to have him. Their eyes locked and the world around them vanished. All that was left was their bodies crying out for saliva to cool them. With delight she pushed herself backward onto the floor, all the while never losing sight of her lovers gaze. He looked down at the way she moved and felt his penis swelling inside of his jeans. It had to come out. She tugged at his waist and pulled his belt open. His eyes closed and he let out a soft moan as she caressed his bulge. He grabbed her wrist and lay her down softly. He was on top of her. By now his shirt was off and he could feel her perfect breasts kissing his skin. Their lips met, but only long enough for her to hungrily bite his bottom one. As she pulled away he could taste a drop of blood in his mouth. He looked into her eyes again and removed her shirt. Her breasts fell into view and he could barely resist putting his mouth on her wanting nipples. He stared at the glistening sweat that had collected at her cleavage. It was her turn to moan as she ground her hips and pressed her vagina against him. She could feel his bulging vein through the soft cotton of his underwear. She was wet now. He slid further down the bed and lifted her skirt away. There it was... his prize. His eyes widened as he admired her pretty pussy. He spread her thighs further apart and fit himself between them. He took her into his mouth. It tasted as wonderful as he imagined she would. Eagerly his tongue slid around her insides as he dug his face further in. He could feel her juices spilling into his mouth and as he swallowed he became more intense and aggressive. Whereas before he treated her with respect and admiration, he was now finding his animal side and she would not go home without her battle scars on this night. He took a firm hold to her hips and pulled her violently into his excited mouth. With a fistful of his hair she thrusted forward. As she writhed before him he watched her lips part to expose a tongue that would take its turn on that prick of his before he'd be done with her. He turned her onto her stomach and began squeezing her ass. As her flesh rippled through his fingers he could hardly resist the temptation to mount her then and there. She was his to take. In the light he spotted a drop of sweat dripping down the left side of her face as she turned to see what he was going to do to her next. He spread her legs and fit himself between them again. His warm tongue circled her asshole and teased its center with hot, wet dips. She squealed softly as she buried her face into his discarded shirt. It smelled of his cologne. His skilled tongue explored both orifices until he couldn't contain his penis any further. Forcefully, he whipped her around and yanked her skirt off. She in turn grabbed his pecker and guided it into her port. As it made its way through, she dug her nails into the side of his hips and smashed upward into him. They fucked hard until their bodies collapsed in a pile of limbs. Both of them, their organs trembling, and their hearts beating fast, lay there speechless for several minutes. Shortly after... they fell asleep unknowing who would be gone come the morning."


I don't have the slightest clue what possessed me to write that. I was actually going to post a Stiff Little Fingers album and... oh... that's why. Duh.