direction this time; so you thought you had closed up all the stops, but you missed this one. You missed it, and the serpent slithered in. It is death coming, masquerading as life, and blessed is the man who can see the death drive in the woman. Blessed is he who leaves in the morning without any promise of love. And blessed is the woman who can answer for herself, What about living ? What is it about living that you want?
In the mornings, he would get up from the bed and leave. I never saw any sentiment in his eyes. He would roll up the sleeves of his shirt so slowly. Watching him dress, the careful way he did it, and how his underwear came up over the lip of his jeans, I knew he could never be mine. That casual way of dressing before a woman, slowly and deliberately, with so much attention paid to every little gesture of groomingâÂthough he told me that a man must never dress any better than the woman he is with.
Israel, if you ever want a child, I donât want to talk about it. I donât want to sit around the table and discuss the whens and ifs of it, or how it should be done. Just hold me there with your hands and donât take your cock out when you cum. Do it as often as you want till it takes. Iâll leave it for you to say. I wonât ask for babies or tell you Iâm not ready. Shoot it in me when you think the time is due. You know my legs are always open for whatÂever you want from me. I wonât make a fuss or complainâÂbut no conversations, please, no pleading, no wondering about it all. Impregnate me like Iâm an animal that can take it â cause I am. When the time is ready, just shoot me up. One night you might find yourself wanting it, after the cigarette is put out. It might occur to you in half your mind, sideways, wanting to try it out and see. Then try it out on me, fill me up with your load. I wonât protest.
I am indifferent to whatÂever you do to me, as long as it feels as good as it did those three times. I am indifferent to whether you turn me into a sow you lead around the Âhouse with a leash, or if you lash me nightly, or if you throw my body into the bed or out of it. If you want my cunt to take your cum, or to turn me into an animal who can take it, Iâll learn astrology. Iâll be the stupidest whore you ever met; forget everything to kiss the head of the little nothing you give me, if you want it. And if you donât want it, itâs your cockâs head Iâll kiss when you shove it up against my lips. I donât mind. You sleep and Iâll tirelessly not sleep if thatâs the way your cock decides it should be. WhatÂever your cock decides.
You told me after he told you that he had made out with me, you said to Alexei, You should try fucking her . Lend me to Alexei then, to whichever one of your friends. I will fuck them like Iâm fucking you, and think of you all the whileâÂyour body, and the greatness of you, that makes me do such thingsâÂand I will lick it up, whatÂever trails you leave and wherever you leave them. You call me. Iâll be there with my Âwhole mop of hair to clean it up.
Now all the windows in the kitchen are shining with the light from outsideâÂwhere you are, IsraelâÂwhile I am inside, on the phone, so you can see me with three guys toÂnight while you smoke on the chair you put into the corner of the room, only to leave it to lean down and look at what is going on between my legs. Blow your smoke up my cunt so I can taste it with my dizzy little pussâÂdizzy for you. WhatÂever you want me to do, I will do it, and whatÂever I donât want to do, I will do that too, and will want to.
Today the light came through the windows so beautifully that I didnât know if it was moonlight or sunlight I was seeing. I just stood there washing the dishes and breaking them on my wrists and hands like the long-Âsuffering wife of a great
In the mornings, he would get up from the bed and leave. I never saw any sentiment in his eyes. He would roll up the sleeves of his shirt so slowly. Watching him dress, the careful way he did it, and how his underwear came up over the lip of his jeans, I knew he could never be mine. That casual way of dressing before a woman, slowly and deliberately, with so much attention paid to every little gesture of groomingâÂthough he told me that a man must never dress any better than the woman he is with.
Israel, if you ever want a child, I donât want to talk about it. I donât want to sit around the table and discuss the whens and ifs of it, or how it should be done. Just hold me there with your hands and donât take your cock out when you cum. Do it as often as you want till it takes. Iâll leave it for you to say. I wonât ask for babies or tell you Iâm not ready. Shoot it in me when you think the time is due. You know my legs are always open for whatÂever you want from me. I wonât make a fuss or complainâÂbut no conversations, please, no pleading, no wondering about it all. Impregnate me like Iâm an animal that can take it â cause I am. When the time is ready, just shoot me up. One night you might find yourself wanting it, after the cigarette is put out. It might occur to you in half your mind, sideways, wanting to try it out and see. Then try it out on me, fill me up with your load. I wonât protest.
I am indifferent to whatÂever you do to me, as long as it feels as good as it did those three times. I am indifferent to whether you turn me into a sow you lead around the Âhouse with a leash, or if you lash me nightly, or if you throw my body into the bed or out of it. If you want my cunt to take your cum, or to turn me into an animal who can take it, Iâll learn astrology. Iâll be the stupidest whore you ever met; forget everything to kiss the head of the little nothing you give me, if you want it. And if you donât want it, itâs your cockâs head Iâll kiss when you shove it up against my lips. I donât mind. You sleep and Iâll tirelessly not sleep if thatâs the way your cock decides it should be. WhatÂever your cock decides.
You told me after he told you that he had made out with me, you said to Alexei, You should try fucking her . Lend me to Alexei then, to whichever one of your friends. I will fuck them like Iâm fucking you, and think of you all the whileâÂyour body, and the greatness of you, that makes me do such thingsâÂand I will lick it up, whatÂever trails you leave and wherever you leave them. You call me. Iâll be there with my Âwhole mop of hair to clean it up.
Now all the windows in the kitchen are shining with the light from outsideâÂwhere you are, IsraelâÂwhile I am inside, on the phone, so you can see me with three guys toÂnight while you smoke on the chair you put into the corner of the room, only to leave it to lean down and look at what is going on between my legs. Blow your smoke up my cunt so I can taste it with my dizzy little pussâÂdizzy for you. WhatÂever you want me to do, I will do it, and whatÂever I donât want to do, I will do that too, and will want to.
Today the light came through the windows so beautifully that I didnât know if it was moonlight or sunlight I was seeing. I just stood there washing the dishes and breaking them on my wrists and hands like the long-Âsuffering wife of a great
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