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Khira
Khira
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At home alone, I read Lolita

It’s a name you called me once

I trust you.

Of course I believed you,

Where is the message? The secret?

If I found it, I’d keep it.

After the bell rang I found you.

The girls hound you. I’m different.

Believe me. It’s not because you teach me.

On a table

I sit. Legs apart. Inviting.

Its frightening. It’s a city I don’t know.

My skirt inches up and you see

There are parts of me you can have

To keep or to bury.

No one speaks it

Its our secret

It makes us nervous. The deceit.

Instead we joke about the police.

I don’t think you are that old. Like that man in the book.

Your cock is young. It’s hungry.

I taste it, at first I hesitate

Instruction required. I know. I faked it

A little when I said I knew

It all

you kneel on the floor

You bury your face

It’s a chase around the room

I’m already caught

You bend me over and leave my skirt

When it hurts I wont say

It might not stop

Khira
Khira
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laffytaffy69laffytaffy69over 16 years ago
Nice

Wow, this sounds familiar, like something that happened to me one time. Very Hot!!!

RossDanielsRossDanielsover 16 years ago
Forbidden fruit . . .

You captured the feelings . . . the excitement . . . the worry . . . just perfectly. Wonderfully written.