You saw me there at the grocery store. You saw me and decided you’d have me. You saw me, a poor hippy girl and you decided I should be one of your possessions, that you should be able to just tie me up and take me however you wanted. You wanted something special. You wanted to bend me over and give me my first anal sex experience, taking what I gave no other man. You wanted it, you took it…and I can’t believe how much I needed you to do it.
Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity during a first anal sex encounter. It includes bondage, oral sex, forced deep throat, spanking, and rough sex. It is intended for mature readers who will not be offended by graphic depictions of sex acts between consenting adults.
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A shadow darkens your face for the briefest of seconds. I know I saw it; I’m not crazy. Are you thinking I’m some hippy nutcase now? I mean, I guess I am, but I don’t need some suit passing judgment on me.
“Really?” Your voice is different. What the hell are you thinking? You sound…intrigued, but not in a cheerful, chatty sort of way.
“Yeah.”
You smirk. I hate to say it—or think it—but it’s really a sexy look on you. The way your lips curl up on one side, and your eyebrow lifts as well, makes me want to shove you down on your desk and do unspeakable things. And, if I’m not mistaken, the expression on your face means you wouldn’t object.
“Not many people could take seven hours all tied up,” you say. I hear the words, but it almost sounds like a purr to me.
“I’m not most people,” I respond with a nonchalant shrug. Fuck, I want to feel that mouth on me. “I could’ve gone longer.”
“Really.” You’re leaning closer to me across the desk. I can smell your cologne now. It’s one of those big name designer labels that are completely the opposite of what I stand for, but right now, it’s intoxicating. I want to lick it off you.
“Yeah,” I say again.
Your nose brushes mine. I’m gritting my teeth to prevent myself from launching myself at you, but regardless of my efforts, I’m leaning in too. I blink, and in that space of a split second, I’m kissing those enchantingly smirking lips. You taste delectable, like vanilla yogurt and strawberries. Your breakfast, probably. I snake my arm around your neck before I can help myself, and you seem pleased. Don’t pretend you’re not, either. I’m a good kisser.
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