I stack the dvds into the hands of the blur. Fun story, fun characters.”
I use the dvd to playfully walk it along Amelia’s arm, mimicking Ben Affleck’s move to Liv Tyler, except they did it with an animal cracker. So, some of the stuff I’m writing these days…well, I like to write erotic fiction, for fun.”
Amelia is mid chew when I say my words. I’m happy, though, because as her pussy grips my cock, I feel just as helpless, drowning in something so pure and earnest that I think she could destroy me this very moment and there’s nothing I can do about it. She shuffles a few feet to my left into the titles that start with P. “Goodness, Tom,” she says. While I busy myself throughout the day, a part of me thinks about returning to Rasputin’s as soon as possible. The Renoir print on the wall softens them. “I’ll let you know,” I tell her. It’s terrifying at times. A sly smile curls from her lips. Thumb rubbing her clit. In the case of Possession, I’m inspired that a horror movie can bludgeon me into admiration through its layers of relentless intensity. Some sense hits me and I remove myself from her.
