Sunday, December 17, 2006


We'd spent the waking part of the day on the couch in the living room, watching football. I was still in my pj's, he was dressed. I was supposed to get up and get in the shower so I could go to a holiday cookie exchange.

He'd been playing with my hair through the latter half of the game. He started tugging it, pulling it, making my breath come faster and shallower, waking me up from my drowsy inactive state.

I was led into the bedroom by my hair, dragged along behind him, unable to stand up straight. He threw me onto the bed unceremoniously, stripped me, and proceeded to fuck me blind, with no foreplay but the hair-pulling. It was loud. And but good.

Then we slept.

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