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Hauled over the back end of the bed 

spread eagled and faced down,

plunging your cock deep inside 

balls deep is when you decided to say I love you,

but you couldnt say it when I said it looking into your eyes

at my birthday dinner and June was there watching.

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i flicked the toast over 

buttered side to buttered side 

just the way you liked it 

it was a small thing 

I didn't do anymore 

you never said a word,

but you knew not to complain 

It was the apartment in Brussels when I surprised you

I noticed the toast 

and smell of her sex on your fingers.

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She he pushed her stiletto heel into his arse as he both begged her not to and calling her god. She knew he liked it but it kind of left her feeling disappointed. She was rather hoping she was enough.

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nipples are funny things 

I usually forget all about them 

excpt when you walk in the room 

they just want to leap out and attach themselves to your mouth 

clamouring for the privilege of being first.

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your words are sharp and cruel 

the sudsy sink hides the long blade clutched 

slowly prying opening up a clamshell 

your body is rude, imposing,

poking and prodding.

still I can't help but gasp as fingertips nuzzle into my crotch 

anticipation of the violence used to free the tight hollow

but this time is different, somehow wary 

gently tugged to the side, thumb caressing lips 

Puckered crevices fill as soft nudges burn with warmth 

gently deeper,

the handle clutched tighter trying to grasp on to anything solid 

The veil now lifted you sink blow me leaving me with authority

i sudden shock wet lips on wet lips pulses of pleasure ripple 

suddenly Im moving into you begging for more

smooth skin glides up my calf and inner thigh the knife released

to Shepard you in you resist mesmerized that the tables have turned so easily,

Finally with all the confidence of a tyrant you begin unleash yourself only you froze, pulled out and walked away.

For fucks sake! and I swore to my self I would drive that god damned knife into your heart today. You mother fucker! And just like that. The game just changed.

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Coffee for one again 

usually there's two

so you must be pissed

was it when I mentioned that name

yu know, when we were both writhing naked on the floor?

It was a simple comparison.

Why so sensitive?

It only happened once.

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the jam sat on the table next to the tea and scones 

eyes over easy we looked at each other as she pottered around looking for the cucumber for her sandwiches, she found it in an odd place 

and served them as if she had served the queen. We ate them of course most satisfyingly as she harped on about what you did and didn't like 

we both agreed we especially liked our cucumber sandwiches,

all the while with your hand in my thighs.

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