Morning Sex With Kate Beckinsale

Drifting
Bend over
Hold piss
Come over

Silent pause
hands pressed against me
moans softly
enters gently

eyes toward window
tears fall silenty
“Baby” she thinks
I just want to get off

4 am
2 more to go
She says she doesn’t feel well
a doctor’s visit awaits

silent and patient
take this stick
two red lines

dammit…

About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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