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Warning: Behind the cut is a sample of some rated-R reading material that I wrote.
Note: For lack of better names I apologize to Andy for subjecting his sexxxy name to this kind of smutt...
The street light glowed to her side, casting a shadow on the brick wall to her left. She flicked her cigarette and took a long drag on it. She looked up and watched the smoke float until it was barely visible. Pulling her legs together she threw the but on the ground and stamped it out. She got up, tucked her hands in the pockets of her black jacket and started walking back down the street. On her right she saw run-down buildings and factories, complete with broken window panes and stray cats. Up ahead she saw the neon sign that held her fate for the night. As she stepped inside the small nightclub she was greeted by the bouncer, "Hey there Miss Lane." "Hey David. How are you?" "Well I'm fine." "That's good." She gave him a smile and stepped inside. Ha, such a regular, she thought.
Making her way to the bar she met eyes with a blonde man. His hair shaggy and falling in his eyes, they were barely visible. She ordered herself a beer, and took a seat. Before long, the blonde haired man was at her side, "Hi, I'm Andrew, or Andy, whichever works." "Why hello Andrew. I'm Lane," she replied leaving an emphasis on his name, "Pleased to meet you," she held out her hand. He gladly took it and gave it a soft shake. The dialoge continued as small talk. The usual "What do you do for work?" "What kind of family do you have?" conversation. After a few drinks, Lane was feeling a little too good. Andy asked her back to his apartment and she abliged. It wasn't anything new for her. This was what she did. Go out on weekends, get drunk, have sex, go home in the morning and sleep it off.
They walked a few blocks until they reached a better neighborhood. Andy led her down a short alley and they were infront of a large apartment building. He opened the door for her and lead her to his apartment. It was well furnished nad had a scent to match that of Andy's clothes. He threw his coat onto chair in the kitchen area and walked back over to Lane. Taking her coat off he said "It's not much, I know. But it's all I afford with my sallary." Through slurred words Lane answered "No, it's wonderful." Andy put her coat on his and offered her a beer. "Sure, I'd love one!" Lane took it upon her self to sit on the couch and grasped the beer tightly when it was handed to her.
Andy took a seat next to her. He set his beer on the coffee table and gazed at her. She took a sip and said, "What? What are you looking at?" "Just an imagine of pure beauty." Lane laughed and put her beer down on the table as well, "Quit the cheap compliments Andy. Do you want to get in my pants or not?" "Well I wsn't going to force it on you." "Bullshit," she said turning towards him. They looked at eachother for a minute. Andy leaned in and kissed her passionately on the lips.
The kiss quickly escalted and Lane's shirt ws removed. Their hands explored eachother's bodies as more articles of clothing were removed. Soon, the two of them were in the nude and their hands were stationary. Slowly, Andy slid hs hand down the front of Lane's chest two her vagina. He teased her, by rubbing hsi finger over clit, until finally inserting it into her. He moved two fingers in and out of her, slowly going fater. She moaned as her back arched. He continued this until he brought her close to an orgasm. Andy pulled his fingers out, and kissed her neck and clavicle. She ran her hands through his hair and whispered, "Fuck me."
Andy pushed his hard penis into Lane's vagina and started to slowly move in and out. Lane moaned and mumbled, "Faster." He took her orders and started pumping his hips faster and faster. Lane's back pushed hard into the couch cushions, her hips starting to move with his. Their hips clashed together in a rush of pain and pleasure. Lane felt herself coming close to orgasm. She pushed her hips harder in the last few thursts before her vanginal walls closed tight around Andy's penis, cause their fluids to mix together inside of her.
They each gave one last moan and Andy pulled himself out of Lane. He fell asleep on the couch that night, his arms wrapped around Lane. Just before 3 a.m. Lane snuck out of his hold and dressed herself. Calling a cab, she left her number on the coffee table next to their unfinished beers. Closing the door, she knew there would be no call in the morning, and was perfectly content with that.
Note: For lack of better names I apologize to Andy for subjecting his sexxxy name to this kind of smutt...
The street light glowed to her side, casting a shadow on the brick wall to her left. She flicked her cigarette and took a long drag on it. She looked up and watched the smoke float until it was barely visible. Pulling her legs together she threw the but on the ground and stamped it out. She got up, tucked her hands in the pockets of her black jacket and started walking back down the street. On her right she saw run-down buildings and factories, complete with broken window panes and stray cats. Up ahead she saw the neon sign that held her fate for the night. As she stepped inside the small nightclub she was greeted by the bouncer, "Hey there Miss Lane." "Hey David. How are you?" "Well I'm fine." "That's good." She gave him a smile and stepped inside. Ha, such a regular, she thought.
Making her way to the bar she met eyes with a blonde man. His hair shaggy and falling in his eyes, they were barely visible. She ordered herself a beer, and took a seat. Before long, the blonde haired man was at her side, "Hi, I'm Andrew, or Andy, whichever works." "Why hello Andrew. I'm Lane," she replied leaving an emphasis on his name, "Pleased to meet you," she held out her hand. He gladly took it and gave it a soft shake. The dialoge continued as small talk. The usual "What do you do for work?" "What kind of family do you have?" conversation. After a few drinks, Lane was feeling a little too good. Andy asked her back to his apartment and she abliged. It wasn't anything new for her. This was what she did. Go out on weekends, get drunk, have sex, go home in the morning and sleep it off.
They walked a few blocks until they reached a better neighborhood. Andy led her down a short alley and they were infront of a large apartment building. He opened the door for her and lead her to his apartment. It was well furnished nad had a scent to match that of Andy's clothes. He threw his coat onto chair in the kitchen area and walked back over to Lane. Taking her coat off he said "It's not much, I know. But it's all I afford with my sallary." Through slurred words Lane answered "No, it's wonderful." Andy put her coat on his and offered her a beer. "Sure, I'd love one!" Lane took it upon her self to sit on the couch and grasped the beer tightly when it was handed to her.
Andy took a seat next to her. He set his beer on the coffee table and gazed at her. She took a sip and said, "What? What are you looking at?" "Just an imagine of pure beauty." Lane laughed and put her beer down on the table as well, "Quit the cheap compliments Andy. Do you want to get in my pants or not?" "Well I wsn't going to force it on you." "Bullshit," she said turning towards him. They looked at eachother for a minute. Andy leaned in and kissed her passionately on the lips.
The kiss quickly escalted and Lane's shirt ws removed. Their hands explored eachother's bodies as more articles of clothing were removed. Soon, the two of them were in the nude and their hands were stationary. Slowly, Andy slid hs hand down the front of Lane's chest two her vagina. He teased her, by rubbing hsi finger over clit, until finally inserting it into her. He moved two fingers in and out of her, slowly going fater. She moaned as her back arched. He continued this until he brought her close to an orgasm. Andy pulled his fingers out, and kissed her neck and clavicle. She ran her hands through his hair and whispered, "Fuck me."
Andy pushed his hard penis into Lane's vagina and started to slowly move in and out. Lane moaned and mumbled, "Faster." He took her orders and started pumping his hips faster and faster. Lane's back pushed hard into the couch cushions, her hips starting to move with his. Their hips clashed together in a rush of pain and pleasure. Lane felt herself coming close to orgasm. She pushed her hips harder in the last few thursts before her vanginal walls closed tight around Andy's penis, cause their fluids to mix together inside of her.
They each gave one last moan and Andy pulled himself out of Lane. He fell asleep on the couch that night, his arms wrapped around Lane. Just before 3 a.m. Lane snuck out of his hold and dressed herself. Calling a cab, she left her number on the coffee table next to their unfinished beers. Closing the door, she knew there would be no call in the morning, and was perfectly content with that.