PHOEBE
She had no control over the sounds that passed through her lips, nor the way her hips rocked to meet his, her legs using all their strength to pull him closer, deeper - each nerve wanton for the rough and ready pace that had been set. But even as she moved with him and clung to him, her mind was not swayed in the slightest by his tender movements and touches. They were meaningless, empty, a farce intended to lull her into a false sense of security. But she didn't need his security, she had her own, knowing for the first time that she would take whatever pleasure she could from him, then leave his heart of lies and deception on the mat for the rats where it belonged.
And knowing this allowed her to to focus on herself, not terribly caring if he enjoyed himself or not, her climax rising quickly and crashing over her with a suddenness that had her crying out in surprised ecstasy as her body jerked and clung to him for support.
And knowing this allowed her to to focus on herself, not terribly caring if he enjoyed himself or not, her climax rising quickly and crashing over her with a suddenness that had her crying out in surprised ecstasy as her body jerked and clung to him for support.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
