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Another slight detour here: Jesus Christ but my Bubblegum’s a squirter.

Who the fuck knew?

Who the fuck knew that I was holding a goddamn miracle in my hands.

Plus she’s tasty too. Her pussy juice is like ambrosia.

Back to her hair though.

So I kept playing with it and then she looked at me with pretty sleepy eyes and untied her ribbon. So I could really, actually get at it. So I could untie her braid and run my fingers through the silk-like strands, make a fist out of them, rub them on my mouth, my nose.

Fucking rub them all over my body.

I’d write about how I did all that and she let me.

With a sweet, drowsy smile.

Then, I’d write about her dress.

Pink and flowery with those ribbon-y straps. That she wore tonight.

Fuck me, but those ribbon-like straps do something to me. They do something to my already perverse head. Actually, all her dresses do something to my dirty, horny mind but those ribbon straps take the cake.

And then I’d write about how I made her sleep naked.

She wanted to put on her clothes, not the pink dress but the one that she’d brought with her.

In her pink little girly overnight bag.

A white dress; I saw.

I bet it was probably one of her jacked-up reasons. About white being the color of peace.

Because she came here to find it, didn’t she?

She came here to end the fucking suffering. The pain. To end this connection between us.

Stupid girl. Brave girl.

Coming to me like that.

Sleeping in my bed like that. All innocent and trusting.

While I sit in my chair and watch her.

While I imagine violating her body in a thousand different ways.

In all the ways that I’ve thought about over the years.

So many,manyways that it gets me hard again.

Not that I wasn’t before.

I’ve been oscillating between a semi and a full hard-on from the minute after we finished.

And since I’m her Bandit, big and bad, I palm my cock and start jacking off.

I start fucking my fist as I watch her sleeping body. Her flickering eyelids, her parted mouth. Her chest rising and falling gently. Delicately. Beautifully. That shining anklet on her leg.


Tags: Saffron A. Kent St. Mary's Rebels Romance