"I will fuck you" he whispered. Oh, you already have for a million times you have fucked my head and made love to me with words. I thought to myself. But instead, I just bit my lower lip. Before I can even utter another single word his word cut me off "You can wear thousands of dresses, put a ton of make-up if you please, cover yourself up. Wear different personalities that we both know aren't you. But at the end of the day... I just want to see you S t r i p .. " **** This story isn't purely sexual. It contains sexual scenes in some chapters. There's also a SEQUEL Called N A K E D. You can go to my profile and check it out. **** The rest of the chapters for this story has been taken down due to publication purposes for another reading app. You may check the sequel for this book without reading this one.

"Fuck me please. Fuck me harder." I begged. "Fuck me as if you haven't fucked me like this before. Hurt me. Hurt me more. Make me feel. Make me bleed. Please don't ever stop." In all honesty, at this point, I would tell him anything just for him to stay. He left once. And I will not make him leave this time without leaving his mark on me.. *** This is a SEQUEL to the story 'Strip'. You don't have to read Strip in order to understand this story. This has mature content, although it is not purely sexual. It contains poetry and quotations.