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1:37:18
I was sleeping, probably dreaming about environmental issues in Latin America, surfing championship in Peru, migrations from Poland, carneval in Rio, shopping in Paris, $ vs. €, abortion issue in Malta, potential of communism, or simply about getting laid.
That is also why the first touch on the back of my neck did not feel so bad anyway.
With the preciseness of a nuclear-biology expert, the second touch followed.
I slowly woke up. It is Mrs.Her, coming on to me, again. It feels...good. A feeling forgotten, somehow new.
With the strength of a junkie's shot coming into their veins, the bite follows.
Why my arm? Ah, okay, you changed your mind.
But, why do you smell like that? Is that beer? How much beer is that?
And why now, after all this time? Do you think you can just hop into my bed, hold me like a hostage, fuck me with your breath on my neck?!
I guess you can.
But all this beer, and your breathing, it's too fast. Why so different?
Nevermind, don't stop.Yes, you can go there. And for the last time, it won't hurt like that night!
Can I move? Or is my part here just to be still and wet?!
Can you touch the right part of my belly again? The right one. And again...

And.

And.


1:37:41
Mr.He, what are you doing in my bed?!

In her words and to my surprise...

I don't remember much of last friday. Maybe better that way. But she remembers some parts. Maybe would be better if she didn't?


i have no idea how we got through the door, who even opened it?!
my memory begins with us in a room, almost leaning over the bed,
trying to remain on our feet.
i know i took off my jacket and shoes.
all of asudden you are behind me, my tshirt and bra on the floor, and
i think i remember feeling your skin on my back. maybe i was only
wishing it.
your hands are on my breats.
next thing i remember we are lying on the bed, you on top of me. i can
feel your hand between my legs. (when did you undo my pants?)
then i feel your teeth on my neck. i remember pushing you away, my
hand on your chin. almost violently.
i need you to stop.
stop.
stop!
pushing you away with one hand, with the other pulling hair off your
face. i want your lips.
i feel sick. like, really.
slowly giving in, i lower my hand down your stomach, your hips.. and
feeling your hair on my fingers. youre so wet.
(did you even notice?)
with every thrust of your body against mine i lose myself a little.
ai, and there you go again, moaning into my ear. your breath is so warm.
(stop biting me!)

.
.
room starts spinning, my body starts shivering, i feel cold.
you take my hand and lead me to your bed.

with my arm around you and my right little finger touching your left
nipple, i pass out.