The Pursuit
Me and you flat like melted butter. You on top of me, me on top of you. We create a sandwich
just us two and all that's on my mind is what I want to do. No other inturruptions, No loud
contridictions telling me to stop cause I want this. Can't nothing disturb this process of releasing
my oppression. Can't nothing prevent this pure hot aggression. A passion so strong im almost
fighting you cause your not taking me fast enough. Im tired of this lock and chain that I have
been carrying around for centuries. All I see is that im locked and have you have the key. Im
offering myself and your willing. Nothing can ruin my plan. It's going to happen. He's two inches
away from the goal, my whole body is shivering and he sure is delivering like promised. 2 or 3
more seconds and I would have been pure no more until the door slammed open and his girl
walked in and witnessed the whole scene what a perdicament. Now it's me him and her and if
looks could kill I would be dead but that last part wasn't a joke she just pulled out a blade and im
afriad. He told me he didn't have no girl I thought as I struggled to detach myself from tangle
sheets. His girl's face showed it all and I knew I was in for some trouble. I could tell that her
motto was no regrets and she wouldn't have a problem burying me in her families cemetery.
This is some deep ---- and to think this is all because of my stupid pursuit to lose my virginity.
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