Then FEMALE NAME goes pliant against me, her body softening and molding against mine. “I know my safe word,” she whispers. “ NOUN.” You don’t have to hold back. Not now.”
There’s a ADJECTIVE FURNITURE in the hall and I have SAME FEMALE bent over the top of it in less than an instant, her BODY PART braced and her CLOTHING flipped up over her ADJECTIVE BODY PART which I quickly redden with a few ADJECTIVE PLURAL PHYSICAL ACT. Not for any other reason than I like seeing her BODY PART as she gasps against the SAME FURNITURE. “You’re not wearing anything under your CLOTHING,” I say, as I unzip my CLOTHING. “Good.” “I hoped for this,” she confesses, looking back at me as much as she can. “I missed this.” “Did you miss this when you were VERB+ ING MALE NAME? I sound EMOTIONAL STATE. I am EMOTIONAL STATE. The ADJECTIVE girl in front of me likes to be VERB+ ED and VERB+ ED. “You try topping each other without me there? You let him, what? VERB you? VERB you? VERB you rough?” “Sometimes when I make him do things, it almost works, HONORIFIC.”
