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Would like to get your views on this piece I'm currently writing:
“Hey,” he greeted her in a soft tone.
Slowly she sat up, keeping her head bowed though
he could probably tell she had been crying from the
tale-tell signs - blood shot eyes and blotchy skin, not
to mention the countless tissues.
“I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have doubted you,” he
apologised hanging his head in shame.
Nancy was surprised at the level of his maturity.
Maybe she had underestimated him; maybe he was more of an adult than she was.
“No you shouldn’t of, you should trust me. Is this why
you’ve been off with me for the past couple of
weeks?” she asked.
“Yeah. Sorry. It was my Dad. He kept saying that he
was shagging one of the strippers and that she loved
him, she couldn’t get enough of him and he said she
was called Destiny,” he explained.
He looked like he had a bitter taste in his mouth for
his face screwed up in disgust at the thought of his
girlfriend and his father doing inappropriate things
backstage at CoCo’s.
“What?!” Nancy exclaimed. “Babe you know I’d
never do that. I love you, I’d never cheat on you and
especially not with your father.”
“So you would sleep with anyone else, just not my
Dad,” he teased.
“I just said I wouldn’t ever cheat on you,” Nancy said
frustrated throwing her hands up above her head.
“I was joking.”
He threw his arms around his lover. She pushed him
away, her palms firm against his chest. Mitch reacted quickly by holding her hands keeping them pressed
on his muscles.
“You still called me a slut,” she glared.
“Yeah, but you’re my slut,” he smirked.
She released her hand and raised it to slap him
around the face again, but she was caught off guard.
Mitch gripped her arms and pushed her back down
onto the bed before climbing on top and shoving his
tongue into her mouth. She squirmed, trying to break
free but she couldn’t resist his embrace. His kisses
progressed down her slender neck to her breast
bone, where he slowly unbuttoned her stripped
pyjamas. Her breasts jutted out, eager to break out of
their material prison, Mitch took her hard nipples into
his mouth.
The warm moisture on his tongue sent shivers
through her body. She wanted his tongue to exercise
itself in other places. She thrusted her hips up hoping
that it would entice him lower. Instead Mitch was more
frustrated then she had anticipated he was whipping
off his low slung black joggers and his navy blue
hoody.
Again he wasn’t wearing any boxers. |
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