BAD FOR YOU (complete)

bossy (M)

LALISA,

thicken

/ˈθɪk(ə)n/

verb

3rd person present: thickens

make or become thick or thicker.

Synonym: become thick/thicker, stiffen, become firmer, condense, become more concentrated, solidify, set, gel, congeal, clot, coagulate, cake, inspissate, gelatinize

10:15pm Seoul

My bottom lip slides up as I breathe out – hot, shaky between her folds. She smells so good. A fetish perhaps. Idée fixe; my passion, my current overwhelming sense of obsession, or better yet an overwhelming current pulling my senses into a state of obsession. A craze – I'm crazy – about her. And her legs, and the mother between – her Gaia; as in the Goddess, the ancestral mother of all life. The primal mother earth. She gives me life; she pulls me primal. I'm crazy for it, her rights to heaven, my ride to heaven, her pussy. I'm crazy for it. For how wet and for how good, God, for how good she smells.

It is a fucking fetish.

I growl. I breathe – in. I breathe her in and push her legs wider.

What I'm about to try articulate, this coming word/saying is a cliché. A common phrase overused and uncreative, I know, but fuck it – she's a drug, it's a drug, this here, her – I've sniffed two lines more than I can handle, and I'm fucked. Spiked on something that has me animal, aroused, heavy and Jesus, violent. I feel untamed, too strong – like I could crack my marble bench in half if we were to fuck on it. That strong.

Now I want to – I claw at her hips – if not break at least fuck on it.

I bite her inner thigh and suck, my tongue pressed against her bare skin as I do. Her bare milky skin as I do. Her fair, velvet skin, soft and smooth. Complimented by perfectly placed freckles.

Gorgeous.

"Gorgeous"

Her word, my name. My thought, her...in general. Gorgeous. She is to me and I am that for her. We are tangled. We should watch Tangled later; she'd like that. Right, tangled, yes. We are. In the sweetest, craziest and most painful sense. I said this once; destined. I believe that.

I pull back and I look up. And whatever drug I took comes with a cure and the cure is in her eyes. Are her eyes. Again - Jesus. I sober quick.

I'm brought back to life, reality, stability - or at least, the room stops shaking and the maniac within subsides. The hulk settling back to human me; wide-eyed and surprisingly coordinated for someone so long and lanky. And in love. Although hulk me loves too...especially Jennies...Gaia, as I mentioned...but then again, so does human me.