exhibition

Watching the Strokes

I don't suppose this story is too intricate, and doesn't contain twists and turns, but think of it as a journal entry from a woman who loves to fuck.
Freddy and I had only been on two dates so far, and we'd already had some pretty nice sex. But last night, he surprised me with something so simple I'd never thought of it before. But damn did it get me going.
We got back to my place about 11:30 and watched an action movie. There was a brief but very steamy sex scene in the film, filled with grunts and moaning and gasping - all the things that would make a man hard or a woman wet. We both traded sly glances at each other while the sex scene was going on, and scooted a little closer. When the movie was over, I asked Freddy if he wanted something to drink.
"Sure."

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