When the shirt was on the floor, she started to kiss down his chest, her fingers and lips exploring all those places she had missed late last night. "It's okay, sugar, don't worry about it," she reassured him against his flesh as she worked her way toward his pants.
There was no need to get upset over him not wanting to hurt her. In retrospect, it all seemed completely psychotic to begin with.
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Date: 2008-06-26 07:24 am (UTC)There was no need to get upset over him not wanting to hurt her. In retrospect, it all seemed completely psychotic to begin with.