Soft lips

Firm hands

Running down my spine

A gentle kiss on the back of my neck

Strong arms enveloping me

Comforting me, arousing me

Everything else diappears

Just you and me

Teasing, caressing

There is no beat we make our own rhythm

It is a melody only we know

Specific to the dips and curves of our bodies

The harmony of our moans

So pleasing to the ears

I shake thinking of your release

Of the feel of the most natural you in me

For the crescendo to this beautiful duet

You shatter me

And I am better

Damn!....

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You got me open, like an ocean....

And I'm flowing for you baby....

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Got me so hypnotized....

That I fantasize....

Of your face

Buried in the depth of my waist....

And your cheeks caressing my thighs....

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Kiss me, lick me, take a bite

I won't mind if you keep me up all night....

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And in the morning,....

Can I watch you rise?....

And then take a ride,....

From the front and the back sides?....

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Can I hold you?....

And kiss you?....

And submit to you?....

Will you spank me too?....

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Will you squeeze my ass,....

and nibble on my nipples?....

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Will we stick like glue?....

Fit like a shoe.....

You can come on me….....

If I can come with you........

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I want a mouth-full....

I want my hair pulled....

I wanna be tied up....

Did I say I want a mouth-full?....

Whatever you wanna do........

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I'm overcome with emotion....

Hoping you feel the same....

I try to stay away, ....

but I'm so intrigued by your game....

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Wish I knew why the thought of you....

Makes me so weak....

Minds in sync....

Words on the tip of my tongue....

But only imagination speaks ....

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Smitten.....

Bitten by lust.....

Driven by the rush....

I'm overcome with desire....

Only you can hush.....

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I can't figure why the notion of you....

Between my lips....

Makes me drip....

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Will you kiss it.....

And make her feel better?....

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I'm wetter thinking of you.....

Imagining my head on your chest....

Listening to the rhythm of your heartbeat, as we rest,....

After an afternoon session....

Of heated, long overdue, summertime sex.....

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Wanna make a bet?....

Bet I can make you scream my name…....

Bet you could make me do the same.....

Bet I can touch my toes, take it all,....

and still maintain - My balance.....

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Are you up for the challenge?....

What can we get into?....

I'll stop with this line,....

and leave the rest to be continued………

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My fingers were numb and I couldn’t get the lever on my Mace to turn. I could hear him getting closer, could imagine his rank breath puffing against my neck. I had never seen him this drunk before, and I knew his breath would be sour. The thought of it was making me nauseous as I ran at top speed through the woods behind my house.

I had never seen him this livid before either. His face was so contorted in anger that I could barely recognize him as the man I knew as my husband. It was like he was not that man at all, but some evil spirit that had taken over his body. I knew that if he could, he would kill me. My body was shaking with the almost clear certainty that I would die that night.

With a prayer on my lips, I finally got the lever in position on my Mace, and at just that moment I tripped. He was on me immediately. I remember thinking “Damn, just like one of those silly blonde girls in the horror flicks.”
He had me pinned down on my stomach and he didn’t know I had the Mace. I was unexplainably grateful that I hadn’t dropped it. I knew that it was my only chance.  As I struggled against him,  his breath was suffocating me and it was worse than I ever could have imagined. It still makes me gag sometimes when I think about it.  

“Bitch!” “Whore!” “Cunt!” He was screaming every insult he could think of at me while he was slapping me and trying to get my two layers of clothes off. He was telling me that since everyone else could have some, so could he. That after all, he was still my husband. He was crazy with jealousy; I had been with no other man since our separation. As a matter of fact, I had never been with any other man but him.

I knew that the time for talking or reasoning had passed the moment I had seen his face as I ran around the last bend on my nightly run. He had shown up once before at my job and twice at the house. Both times he was extremely drunk and I’d had to call the police on him. But this time it was different. I’d known this man for over half of my life, and I had never before seen him this angry.

So I didn’t respond to his tirade as we fought. I just waited. Waited for the moment when he would slip up, so that I could empty that Mace on his face. I would make sure that I got every last drop out. I was starting to get pissed. I had done nothing to deserve this. He was the one who’d left me. I had just realized that he’d made the right decision, so I wouldn’t take him back.

He’d steadily gotten more aggressive when I filed for divorce two months ago, calling me begging, sometimes threatening me. The unwanted visits at home and work, and once he had written me a drunken letter that both frightened and worried me. Yes, I was pissed.

A strange and solid clarity had come over me. I had never been more terrified in my life, and I was by no means calm. But somehow, I knew that I was going to live. I knew that this sloppy, drunken, waste could not take my life. I would not let him.

He had gotten my running pants down to my ankles, and was working on my long johns. It was late November, and I remember I could see my breath. My long johns were tied in the front so he couldn’t get them down. I knew he would have to turn me over to get them untied, so I got ready for any opening he gave me.

I could feel the cold blade of his knife on my neck as he leaned forward to twist his fingers around my ponytail and roughly yank my head back. “Turn over bitch, and if you do anything stupid I promise I will kill you.” This he whispered close to my face, and my stomach heaved from the smell, I had to swallow to keep from throwing up.


“This is it,” I thought as I slowly began to turn over and the cold teeth of his brown corduroy jacket scraped lightly against my bare skin. For a split second I remembered him as the fine, young, ambitious man I once knew, and I wanted to cry. I had deeply loved this man. But as I slowly turned over onto my back, arms tucked tightly into my sides, the eyes that looked back at me were not the eyes of that man and any ounce of feeling I’d had for him instantly melted away.

He still had the knife held against my neck, and was beginning to untie the knot at my waist. Because of our struggle, the knot had gotten tighter and he couldn’t get it undone. He was starting to get impatient and I knew that he would have to use both hands. “If you were smart you would just cut the knot off asshole!” I had to choke back. I had never been this infuriated in my life and it was becoming harder and harder to be rational. I was becoming blind in my anger and had to breathe deeply to get myself under control.

When he realized that he would need both hands to untie the knot, he ran his hand roughly over my breasts before wrapping it around my neck. If he didn’t have that knife against my neck I would’ve sprayed his ass then and there. “Like I said before, if you do anything stupid I will kill you.” He murmured, taking his hand off of my neck to paw the breasts he had never known how to touch just right. “You’re going to kill me anyway, aren’t you?” I asked. His only reply was to kiss me rough and hard. As soon as those vile lips touched mine I bit down as hard as I could on his bottom lip.

He screamed out in pain and crashed his fist down onto my chest. I had never been hit so hard I my life and the blow instantly knocked the wind out of me. I knew I had made a mistake and thought for sure it was over as he began using the knife to cut through my double layer of shirts.  An uncontrollable sob erupted from my throat as I struggled to breathe.

“You fucking bitch! I never should have married your ass in the first place!” He roared as he ripped the knife through the front of my bra. I remember wondering in a  moment of weird normalcy where the jacket I had been wearing had gone. He had cut through both layers of my shirts and my chest was completely exposed. With every syllable he spoke blood from his lip sprayed onto my body.

I had gotten my breath back, but continued to breathe heavily so that he would not be aware. I still don’t know if it was the alcohol or what, but the stupidity of his next action still amazes me. He was actually going to use his hands to untie the knot at my waist. He looked up at me cautiously as he began lowering the knife to the ground on my right side. I was holding the Mace in my left hand. Noticing my still heavy breathing, he chuckled to himself as he placed the knife on the leaf-covered path.

I could not believe this! I knew exactly what to do. As he began fighting with the knot, my mind was calculating the precise movements I would need to make in order to simultaneously knock the knife out of his reach and spray him with the Mace.

I knew I didn’t have much time, so I took a deep breath as I swung my right arm out to knock the knife away. I waited for a split second for him to raise his head and immediately began unloading the Mace into his eyes. He didn’t even scream at first, but his hands flew to his face.

I wasted no time. I drew back with both of my feet and kicked him as hard as I could in his chest. He fell over to my left side and I was instantly on my feet.

As I bolted down the path I could hear him screaming my name. Now panic began to set in as I heard him coming after me again. I looked back as I ran as fast as my legs would take me. He was still wiping at his eyes and screaming but he was right behind me. I turned back around and slammed head-first into a low branch. Everything seemed to be in slow motion as I flew backward. The blood dripping down the middle of my face from the impact was so hot. I could feel myself losing consciousness almost instantaneously. As the starry blackness closed in on me the last thing I saw was his booted foot swing back to kick me.

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