"Oh my god!" Her moans crowded the room as I was fucking a goddess.
How did I meet her? At a party.
Who is she? Who knows.
"Shit." I said under my breath.
"Are you c-coming?" She asked.
"No, you j-just feel good."
I picked her light body up and switched positions from missionary to cowgirl.
The bed was shaking like an earthquake. There's not much to say. There's no words to describe this moment.
After a few more strokes, we finished at the same time.
"Fuck." She panted at the same time as me.
"Well, nice meeting you." I said as I got up from the bed and started putting on my clothes.
"You too." She replied.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Um, yeah."
"Do you believe god is a woman?"
"Um, no." I replied.
"You sure? You looked and sounded like you do.
"Oh?"
"I'm not literally asking do you believe there's a goddess." She said.
"You're not?"
Don't tell me I fucked a crazy bitch.
"No, I'm asking if I was good." She clarified.
"Oh! Hell yeah, then." I said.
I don't how asking "do you believe god is a woman" equals to "was I good" but whatever.
"You don't get it?"
No, of course I don't.
"No, not really."
"That phase. I made it up. It comes from the phase 'you'll believe god is a woman' which means you basically got pussy-notised."
This girl is weird.
"Cool phase. Now, goodnight." I said to her.
I watched her go down the stairs and out the door.
Body Count? Updated: 3.
Let's go to sleep, Dalton.
