need

kiss me. harder than before, to reach the point where i am trying to climb into you. grab my hair at the back of my neck and pull my head back. bite me again and again, hard enough, deep enough so there is no possible way for me to hide the bruises on my neck in the morning. wrap your arms around me, dig your fingers into my hips or my ass as i straddle your lap and force me to you so i can feel your erection against my jeans, because i really love it when you can't help it. tell me what you want to do to me, or better yet, whisper orders in my ear. i'll probably follow them. strip me. lay me on my stomach, press my face into the bed, pinch my nipples and restrain me with your body. fuck me. hard. deep. then hard. tie my wrists down, finger me and don't listen when i say no, for i might come like that. please. fuck me. hard.
and when it's over, i'll need you to do it again.

panty snatcher

short hair, worn jeans, rolled sleeves with the hint of tattoos rolling down the length of her forearms. preferably riding a bike, or driving a truck, cigarette between her lips even though i can't stand the smell of smoke. some one i'd let fuck me in the back seat of a car in public, her hand clamped over my mouth so i can't scream when i come. she'd leave me on the corner of a street downtown, my panties in her pocket, red bruises trailing down my neck and my cum on her lips as she drives away.
even after all that i don't think i'd be capable of loving her.