I arrived at her home earlier than I though. Lust is an iron foot. I knock and hope. She hadn’t wanted this but came to need it. I was eager to oblige. I both wanted and needed it. She opened the door and momentary awkwardness gave way to a familiar hug. I whispered “I want you so bad”. She whispered back “then take me”. So I did, locking with her pink soft lips and pushing her against the nearest wall. Our kisses were desperate and ravenous. My hand crept to the back of her head where I trapped and handful of her hair and tilted her head back to get to her pale neck. Soft sounds emitted from the throat I was biting. He hands worked down from my neck to chest to stomach and continued down. She could feel I was hard already but it wasn’t for her yet. I had plans for her.