העולם ושאר ירקות...

And then I came so hard and the amount of liquid that squirted out of me directly onto you and then onto the mattress beneath us had me dazed and shocked and admittedly, a litlle shameful.

And you're still inside of me, on top of me, right there with me and I look directly into your pupils and ask you "what the hell are you doing to me to make my body react this way?!" and you jokingly reply "why? So you can tell the next guy who fucks you 'no, he did it like this...'?" and I dismiss the notion because I don't want any "other guy" to fuck me but more so because I genuinely want to know.

And you, still inside me, still on top of me, right there with me say -

"sweetie, I know you've been fucked and fucked well in the past. You've had dicks shoved down your throat, been slapped, chocked, pinched and gagged. But me? I'm making love to you. This is what it feels like.."

אני חושבת שאחרי למעלה משנתיים בהן תרתי אחר אינטימיות עם אלמנטים של שליטה הוכחת לי שבסך הכל, כנראה, תרתי אחר אינטימיות. נקודה.

נו...בחורה או לא בחורה?!