i got your most wanted right here
by Michele Christopher
oh dear reader. this morning you are in for a treat. and in the process i am going to make myself melancholy and wistful. so i hope you appreciate it. i do not look young in "wistful."
this is a story about southie. a boy i met in helLA. ok the story is not about him, per se, but about us. ok and not so much about us as about our sex. well, because that's what you came for, no?
i'll start here. some people are the tie-er up-ers and some are the tie me down-ers. meaning in every relationship (read:fuck) there is someone who takes charge and some one who lets them. some people dummy this down to "dominant" and "submissive" but i prefer the even more generalized "male" and "female."
i, for one, with all my bluster, prefer to be dominated in bed. that does NOT mean i'm just gonna give it to you, however. the struggle is where it's at. in bed with me? you just gotta "take it."
no one (and i mean NO ONE) knew this better than southie. southie is from quincy, massachusettes. (pronounced "quinzy" -- seriously, that's the way they say that shit.) it's in south boston. and it's the home of whitey bulger. what i mean to say is that this kid is one tough irish american fuck. the kind that goes to the gym every fucking morning without fail. and he's not gay. so that's saying something.
man this kid knew what he was doing. let me tell you. and somehow he knew what i was about before we ever got our clothes off. he had to. because when we did finally get to his bed (and by finally i mean on the second date) he threw me on it like a rag doll. he held me down with one hand while he went to town with the other. and i struggled, damn did i struggle.
see with a real strong guy you can struggle a lot. and god DAMN that's fun. i hit and scream and bit and pushed and he gave in not one inch. and geez did he know how to choke. just enough so that it is scary but not enough to put me out. and in the right spot too... cuz, really who wants a crushed windpipe?
did i mention he was uncut? i had no idea what i was missing. (err... what you men were missing.)
and the best part (wow there were a lot of best parts) was that never and i mean NEVER did he want to change roles. he was the john wayne and i was the helpless maiden. always. wow i miss that. fuck. see what you're doing to me reader? now ima hafta email him and we didn't leave things all that great...
in fact at some point we decided that the only thing we were good at was fucking. so that's what we did. damnit, i wish that were enough.
wow. southie. i had almost forgotten.
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