Eine Geschichte, die ich woanders geschrieben habe, euch aber nicht vorenthalten will. Inspiration war dieses Bild:
http://lidiabartlam.deviantart.com/art/Mara-341409004
Slowly, Mara walked through the alley, the man behind her. He was tall, she wasn't. He didn't knew her but she did know him. He wouldn't have guessed but he became kind of... famous among a special kind of people. Her kind.
As they arrived at a place that was kind of isolated, he put his hands on her shoulders, starting to force her on her knees. She let do him, opened his pants and started to suck him off, listening to his groans without any special excitement. She was good but if a feeling, romantic person would've looked at her face, this person would be directly turned off by the look of boredom, by this complete lack of excitement or basically any emotions.
When he was done, she offered him a tissue paper. He wiped himself off, she cleaned her mouth and spit out when he didn't look. Then, he looked down on her.
"That wasn't all."
She shook her head and was grinning suddenly.
"No. It wasn't. Penetration, right?"
He frowned a little, confused by her choice of words, but nodded. Then, suddenly, he froze, stiffened, groaned as he felt the cold steel between his buttcheeks.
"Speaking of penetration, hon... if you do anal with one of the girls who doesn't want that, this is one thing. But if you leave her bleeding, in the cold, she might be very tempted to let you feel something similar... and we are there for each other."
As she left, she didn't turn around, ignored his painful cries. She shot twice. If the police comes, they would rescue him in time.
How... fortunate that the police knows when to stay away and when not.
Slowly, Mara walked through the alley, the man behind her. He was tall, she wasn't. He didn't knew her but she did know him. He wouldn't have guessed but he became kind of... famous among a special kind of people. Her kind.
As they arrived at a place that was kind of isolated, he put his hands on her shoulders, starting to force her on her knees. She let do him, opened his pants and started to suck him off, listening to his groans without any special excitement. She was good but if a feeling, romantic person would've looked at her face, this person would be directly turned off by the look of boredom, by this complete lack of excitement or basically any emotions.
When he was done, she offered him a tissue paper. He wiped himself off, she cleaned her mouth and spit out when he didn't look. Then, he looked down on her.
"That wasn't all."
She shook her head and was grinning suddenly.
"No. It wasn't. Penetration, right?"
He frowned a little, confused by her choice of words, but nodded. Then, suddenly, he froze, stiffened, groaned as he felt the cold steel between his buttcheeks.
"Speaking of penetration, hon... if you do anal with one of the girls who doesn't want that, this is one thing. But if you leave her bleeding, in the cold, she might be very tempted to let you feel something similar... and we are there for each other."
As she left, she didn't turn around, ignored his painful cries. She shot twice. If the police comes, they would rescue him in time.
How... fortunate that the police knows when to stay away and when not.