Six Sentence Sunday--Oops!
It's that time again. Alot of outstanding writers involved this week: http://sixsunday.blogspot.com/
Without an arrow to the heart, she had to understand that a world renowned playboy wanted to bed her and her alone. He had to entangle Cheia so tightly she'd not only forgive him, she'd prove to them both that she could love him for himself, not the persona his parents and the media perceived him to be.
Cu had never felt this way before, and he knew there'd not be another he'd let wrap their hand around two of his fingers like Cheia did now—except—last night as he peeled off his spent condom, the only one he had with him, an infant's face filled his mind. The intensity of joy that had seized him as he imagined her eyes, her dusty skin color to match her mother's, he'd gotten so hard he jumped right back on top of Cheia again. He had pulled out in time? Of course he had.
Without an arrow to the heart, she had to understand that a world renowned playboy wanted to bed her and her alone. He had to entangle Cheia so tightly she'd not only forgive him, she'd prove to them both that she could love him for himself, not the persona his parents and the media perceived him to be.
Cu had never felt this way before, and he knew there'd not be another he'd let wrap their hand around two of his fingers like Cheia did now—except—last night as he peeled off his spent condom, the only one he had with him, an infant's face filled his mind. The intensity of joy that had seized him as he imagined her eyes, her dusty skin color to match her mother's, he'd gotten so hard he jumped right back on top of Cheia again. He had pulled out in time? Of course he had.
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