It’s weird to have that much trust in a stranger. But he’s not a stranger, right? We shook hands. We broke bread. He bandaged me up when he could’ve had me arrested instead.
A bad guy wouldn’t do that, right?
An asshole wouldn’t do that, would he?
So I let myself disappear in him. And I let myself enjoy every minute of it. I surrender to spontaneity and lose myself in each thrust.
There are moments when it gets almost violent. Like when he swirls his tongue over my n****e and then bites down so hard that I scream. Like when he twists me around on the table, grabs a fistful of my hair and starts ramming his hips against mine from behind like he’s trying to break me in. Like when he starts slapping my ass so brutally I’m equal parts afraid and excited by the thought that he’s going to le
