Social Sway by Anita Hotty - WordPress.com

kicks, fixes & desperate measuresW.A.S.P. Sung About it OnceI am seeking the bow down nurture for my nature, gold dollar dared forthe flare of gems gleaming into mine. Wisdom will be for my question.Digestion will be your submission. Green you will open me into the richesof your mansion. Will you require an expansion for an explanation? Youlittle ones do muse me ... The cruelty for the green is my control.Nothing more, or be outcast! ~A squeeze of angered sex maddened my testicular squish, sweetbursting red bulge. Her whip and inched-up specks stilettoed mynew crush. I fell for a soft blackened heart. I ached to show mercy.My abuse for desire clenched a brilliant pinch that only violenced memore. I pictured the elastic burst of buggered balls as though eyes hadcoughed from their sockets. My left hand stroke was a disappointingnew fixation – a fangled goal to conquer. My awkward apoplexyheightened the breathless choke. For a moment I had my speed. Butthe muscle tense slowed my rhythm.Could I possibly let go - to loosen my hatred and risk losing it all fora solid cocking?The left squealed its torture, “I think I can. I think I can.” My facesmiled back at me in silvered frame shine. If I had called my regularsooner, a strap would young lad the whipping I knew I deserved forbeing such a bloody-kneed beggar. But I dropped to the shockingsurge of bone smashing tile and hollered my scream. The fix for hername: “O’Nita!” The sore vow would Bare Bush her claim.“Lefty Lefty. Loosey Loosey,” Satanized my circadian delirium in aporn-murdered garbage commercial. What if my privilege was to beat the blade of her surgical incision? Would she hammer my willingtorment? Or grind a slow foreplay with an edged pellet?My right held tight. The left trucker tugged on. Hypersonic blursdisfigured my determined convulsion and bent me a fumbledmoment. O’Nita would have umbraged her pitiless discipline for myoverestimation. As though she were in my presence, I lowered myshame and begged her forgiveness with accelerated attack. I took myeyes up into the bottom-arialed view of her elliptical orbs. Her callousappetence dared my continuance. I defied her, but never would havehad she really been there.ISSY 191