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By *raig mack OP Man
over a year ago
the nuclei of ecstasy |
The car screeched to a halt and when he got out I couldn't say what I was thinking "Your brakes seem a bit low, not that I have any knowledge about cars" I jokingly tailed off. Something was oddly different, somehow he didn't seem his usual self, he was always so quick witted, always stole my thunder at any portrayal of me even jokingly downsizing my abilities, but at this very moment, he said nothing, stoic, hard to read "is everything okay?" i asked, he still remained motionless, just looking at me with a blank but piercing expression "perhaps it was his brother, he'd mention drug abuse, maybe something terrible had happened, or his mum, being so far away and with her getting older with such a distance, my imagination was intercepted "can i be honest with you" he uttered sincerely "of course" i reassured "remember i once mentioned dexy and the midnight runners" he asked, i nodded "i told you i like dungarees, which i do, and yes it reminds me of the iconic singles cover, but Suzy, what i meant is i like your dungarees, as it's the rare i get to really enjoy your silhouette and it being a dress i get to adoringly feast on your femininity" he concluded. I think he could see the confusion on my face, it wasn't that what he was saying was trivial, nor was it disbelieved, but my confusion was how and when did he first notice me. "your on form today" i chuckled, "come on let's go inside", i shrugged it off but if only he knew how he did me so, the first time this happened, i believe, no i am certain every woman can relate, he said nothing, well, that's not entirely true, after complimenting me of my beauty, there was a moment, an unspoken, uninterrupted, unforgettable moment, where i can't remember breathing and it was like time was standing still, there was not touch, he was and has never been crude, but his eyes, in those eyes i saw intention, affection, my reflection in his selection, a tenderness harnessing his beastly desire, and i was left with a tear, trickling south from my equator.
"i wonder why they called it the biscuit factory" he asked, i wondered if he was playing with me, some innuendo, some tea teasing comment to follow, or what i had become used to, his vast expansive passion for knowledge...i enjoyed his company, it was a break from the norm and i always left feeling fed, a conversation with him as like a magic carpet ride, to a destination i had no idea existed and by the end of our time together i always felt stuffed, "i thought you would know the reason" i added, "why, because i'm short and short men always have something to prove? he commented jokingly....."well, your the name dropper who mentioned you worked near here i thought you might have taken some interest in your environment, but we know better don't we Suzy Q? next time i'll let you walk straight pass all my master pieces" he referenced smiling....
I loved the biscuit factory, being around him made me see things differently, all these years I had not noticed the beauty and access to such great spaces... I didn't stop his hand as it momentarily caressed my lower back " what do you think about this piece? he enquired....truth is i was not even there, my body was in the building but i had left at hello...i kept thinking about the disabled toilets on the way in, if only he would say, "go inside and i'll come in when the coast was clear" i felt like a teenager and my mind kept projecting images: as he entered the toilet, he reached behind him and locked the door, approaching me he placed his hands on my waist, sliding it over my hips he maneuvered to the hem, lifting my skirt up his whole demeanor changed, from attentive, joking he became indifferent, emotionless..."spread your legs" im not clear why but my body responded immediately, "wider" he instructed and as i nervously obeyed the instruction and separated, i felt my dress ascending by his orchestration...his eyes remained fixed on mine and without looking down i knew by his breathing he was pleased with me and my visual presentation..
placing his face towards mine, his cheek firmly pressed against mine, i could hear his breathing deepen and as he slid his face backwards orbiting to my mouth, he touched my lips with his, a shock jolted through my groin and my hand reached out and covered his.... "don't touch me" he said calmly as he kissed my mouth gently, as i pulled away he took his free hand and arrested both my wrist behind my back "I'm not going to get any trouble from you am i?" he enquired with his mouth over mine, "n-no" i muttered, again he asked but this time his hands where in my knickers and on breaching my walls of vulnerability his voiced deepened "don't expect no trouble from you" he remarked "no-ne" i quivered "ill be a good girl" i groaned as my knees buckled to the extension of his two fingers holding me up, sliding my sticky panty crotch aside he began to penetrate me with vigor, reaching for his head i remembered his words and receded back to my position "good gurl" he would say as liquid shot out of me, creating a sizable mess on the epoxy floor, reaching up to my mouth with his, he kissed me harder while accelerated his curved fingers into my ecstasy and without warning he stopped, spun me around, through my dress over my back, dragged my knickers down and forced his knees into the back of mine causing me to bend, with my ass pushed out for his amusement "hold your position" he said giving no time and coupled his request with a deep first thrust, sending me head first towards the wall, grabbing the top of my skull, his fingers reached back as he secured my hair in his grasp, he pulled tight and it started to hurt, my face started to squint under the force of his rock hard interrogation and the fist full of his dominance "thaaats it, suffer for me" he breathed out "give me no trouble and take your fucking medicine" he pounded into me....
for a moment i caught me self, being bent over shamefully in the public toilets, accepting him, without his kind, funny, complimentary words, but allowing him to hurt me as he yanked on my hair, slamming his groin furiously into me i felt sick, cheap, dirty and i was fucking loving it....with no warning he abruptly stopped and pulled out, placing his forearm on my back he applied pressure and i sunk lower under him "don't you fucking dare" he continued " i don't want no trouble from you" as with that said i felt the helm of his desire enter my forbidden city "don't deny me" he grunted as he breached the point of entry and occupied my entire estate "sue, sue, what do you think of this piece? he said, standing in the gallery "i think its champion" i lied...... |
