Loss Of Control

By Jade Blackmore
Copyright 2005 All Rights Reserved

"I'll learn ya good ,baby," she said.
Sleek starlit dream,
Hair silk
Spun silk.
This is not wrong.
Dream terrible.
One touch makes him squirm.
He won't let go.
"What makes you think I don't know more than you?" he whispered back,
All auburn curls and sculpted ivory chest.
The impudent charm of a 23 year old man
With a furious cock and a lifetime to use it.
She took his hand and
Led him to her hotel room.
Sweet body terror.
Tear.
Tear.
This blood flows like anger,
then a stream of diamond cum.
No humans attain this depth of feeling,
Ungodly and pagan.
Would your mama scream and cry?
Wouldn't your girlfriend just die?
If they knew
This bitch took you to hell
And made you savor it
With honey slathered sweat,
Your tongue in her mouth before first words,
Cool fingers grasping cock
Pinching and touching and teasing
With no formal introduction.
The animal inside you
Must be set free.
Consider it an extraordinary rite of passage
For an extraordinary young man.