the morning’s issue

she gripped my hair in her fist and she shook. i looked up to see her head throw back and hear mixed profanities escape her lips, the likes i’d never heard from her before. i didn’t stop until she came a second time.

as i then positioned myself to mount her, she looked me directly, deeply, in the eyes. bursting into tears, she issued my instructions.

“fuck me”

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