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By ManiFest Date: 2001 Oct 23 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.23.00.22.13720]] |
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Murmuring words of hate with my bottom lip caught between her teeth, forcing my arms wider, as she squirmed deeper into my embrace. Forcing me off balance, her all of five foot two, me a good six feet tall and a hundred pounds heavier to boot. Caught as I was on the defensive feeling her fingers, nails, claw, caress my chest, wondering to myself who's fantasy I fell into "I don't like you. I don't want to ever see your face! I hate you! " she tells me. Then I feel her tongue part my lips seeking entrance trying to force its way to duel with mine. What would you do? What did i? What did i? |