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Click hereAt 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
Wow, this sounds familiar, like something that happened to me one time. Very Hot!!!
You captured the feelings . . . the excitement . . . the worry . . . just perfectly. Wonderfully written.