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Click hereconspicuous in my chic
dress and tallest heels, while my
cat eyes lingered on your crotch,
your wife looked daggers at me.
i relished her discomfort.
as we ate, i made each bite
an audition of my lips.
i slipped my panties off, and
slyly pressed them in your hand.
outside, where the cars were parked,
you fucked me like a slut on
the hood of a new lexus.
i hoped your wife would catch us.
but then, you lost interest.
to ease my hurt i drank your
scotch and played to other men.
we snuck out to some bars and
i went down on two of them.
as they zipped up, i wondered
what your wife must think of me.
with my tummy churning from
liquor, cum, and self-loathing;
and, in stylish dishabille,
i puked and started crying.
Sad,, true and full of longing... hope you moved on to a happier place.
Thank you.
What a tour de force of seemlessly blended imagery. "I made each bite/ an audition of my lips" is gorgeous. Thank you.