The hooker in my hands  

herotherside 41F
395 posts
6/11/2006 10:58 pm
The hooker in my hands

I don't know what it is about buying cigarettes that makes me feel like I am committing a crime. I just rushed back from Circle K, after leaning into the counter and whispering my "order" to the clerk, with my head down in shame. I darn near ran up the stairs, closed the door behind me, peeked out the side of the curtain to make sure no one saw me, turned on the light so no one would notice the blaze from my lighter, yanked the pack out of my purse, and as if it were a hooker in my hands, I ripped the clothing off of it while lust was drooling around in my mouth. I stroked the full length of her before taking her in my mouth and lighting her end up. Oh, how she danced for me underneath the soft glowing spotlight. She bought me such forbidden pleasures. I took her in as far as I could, letting her fill my body over and over and over again. And when I was done using her, I threw her out just the same as I have done the others. In another hour or so, I'll be ready to use another, just the same.


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