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The s**t I Hear At Work:

"How do you roll a crepe?"

"The same way you roll a joint. Just put the strawberries in."

"Oh okay".

rofl

Worked a double on Friday, and came in 2 hours early today. I am done. I am now going to play pokemon and get drunk.

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WTF?

That was one of my better nights of sleep evar. Nice. *yawn stretch*

She looked out the window and the orange lit yucca plant. It was almost in bloom - its flower stalk jutting into the sky defiant, proclaiming it was sexually ready - yet the flowers were still closed, not quite there yet.

The bed shifted, much much heavier than when the cat jumped up. Or used to jump up. That was long ago. Eyes moved to the disturbance and were caught in the deep trap of his eyes. Willingly ensnared and entranced she chose not to break free but to stare back blue defiance and sensuality flaring.

Breath caught, a hand gently brushed her cheek, hair tickled and she laughed the blue jostled into smiling pools. The hand moved into her hair and took her, her head jerked to the side. Laugh to gasp in a second flat, the blue pools sloshed over, closed in delight.

Darkness always makes it feel better. The electric light of pain lanced from her head, through her body and down to her toes. Jolts of purple in the dark inner sea. Ride the waves. Let them flow - adrift without a sail. Swirling in an uncontrolled spiral down the purple, the darkness, and high-strung bliss.

"Like that do you little slut?" A growl to her ear, the harsh T making her stop her unconscious grinding against his body and shiver with the white waves from the top of her head to her knees.

"Aye." It came out like a harsh whimper her needy grinding turned to a perfect moment of taught, paused, need. It throbbed deep, ebbing and flowing with her heart. Scarlet in her darkness. The singular need to be thrown down, head arched by held reins of hair, and filled from behind ached from her sex to her finger tips.

"You want it..." he taunted lazily. He moved his hand higher, her paused figure arched slightly higher, a bow taught with sexual need, strung and ready. He held her there pulling her string back . One beat, two, three, four, and let go.

She crumbled to the bed, taught purple rebounding around her inner darkness refracting into white bliss. The bow was not fired, simply pulled then retracted. Unspent she wanted more.

Panting she opened her eyes to find her body writhing against his hips. Begging with her body, desperate, and wanting she moaned.

"Good little whore..." he drawled moving his hands down her hips taking in her need with fingertips as strong as steel and soft as worked leather. He growled in hunger and simply flipped her onto her back with a circular flowing motion. His fingers jerked the button of her jeans and with another triumphant growl her pants were yanked to her ankles. Her panties quick to follow.

He roughly thrust his hand between between her thighs. She arched against him, bow pulled taught. His other hand grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up exposing her bra. His finger hooked the bra and yanked up, her breasts tumbled out exposed and eager nipples erect.

"Ya you do want this little whore. Such a good little slut."

Her eyes pulsed electric blue. Called out, she spoke up, empowered and unafraid."You bet your a** this little slut does..." her voice husky and low a smirk on her face. She ground her sex against his fingers, her slickness apparent to the both of them driving her point home.

TBC...

By the way, this is how you write BDSM erotica, not the bullshit in 50 Shades.

My god that was frustrating! 5 attempts of composing my homework and I lost 4 of them to hitting the wrong key. Now that I have my laptop settings to where they need to be, I won't be hitting random keys. Blah.