Hound

11

I'm drawn to her. Let's face it: I'm in love...with f*****g this nympho, and I can't get enough.

Now, I don't know what she was planned for me right now. But I know a solid way to get out of it: seduce her.

And it isn't hard.

“Are you mad at me?” I bite my lip, “I only came back for my jacket,”

I run my hands through my hair, giving her a look through the corner of my eyes.

Then I make a sound from my throat, a mix of a grunt and a moan, and I say:

“You gotta cigarette?”

And I've got her. I usually wouldn't do this, but I'm not above using any and all s*x appeal I possess to skip her bitching and f**k her.

That's how this scenario ends, no matter what. We f**k. So, better skip the extra, unnecessary bullshit that might mess with my mood.

It varies, in case you're wondering. The methods I'd use. See, Wendy like the bad boy type.

She especially loves guys who smoke. I don't smoke. I find it irritating, and frankly, a little repulsive.

Except the rare times she does it. She's sexy doing anything, and it should be illegal.

Maybe it is.

Who the hell knows.

She calls off her minions, making me lick my lip. Good. One step closer.

I mean, a foursome wouldn't be the worst thing that happened to me today, but y'know...baby steps.

She's too territorial for that though. She would let them watch I bet. Probably enjoy it.

Weird flex, but I'm down.

I take initiative, unbuttoning my shirt.

“What are you doing?” She demands.

I take my lip between my teeth. “If I was said it was unbelievably hot in here, would you believe me?”

She shakes her head.

“Well then, I'm undressing because there's no way I'm leaving here with you unfucked. Sound good, Nympho?”

“Don't call me Nympho.”

“Right. You like b***h better.”

She sighs, because she knows I'm right, crazy b***h.

“Might as well. You're here.”

Might as well. What a great way to boost my f*****g ego.

I watch her undress, the way her body moves is always so seductive.

I back her up against the wall, kissing her long elegant neck.

Her mouth opens, making that cute little O She makes when she likes something I do.

So I do it again. She makes that cute little face, her eyes opening. I press a kiss to her plump lips.

“Aren't you mad at me?” She says. “I lied to you. About everything.”

I smirk. “I don't care. All I care about it this.”

I kiss her lips once more, falling into her a bit. I put my hand against the wall, to steady her, as I kiss her again.

We don't end up f*****g. We just make out like a bunch a horny teenagers.

Fuck my f*****g life, right?