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pinned one to my blouse, “It’s extremely important to have them on you at all times.”
    We stopped walking in a mostly deserted parking lot, in front of one of those moving vans. Vincent went to the back of the truck, opening up the back, put one foot on the step, and held his hand out. I hesitated. He reached around my waist and lifted me up to him, and pressed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes and gave in. I wrapped my arms around his head, grabbing his thick dark hair, passionately kissing him and shoving my tongue down his throat.
    He stopped and turned around and lowered the truck’s door, with just enough room so there was enough light to see.
    I layed down on what seemed to be a piece of wood on the floor, Vincent grabbed me, lifted me off the wood, and whispered in my ear, “that dolly is somewhat fragile, and we’ll break it.” He spun me and forced me against the wall, and ferociously started kissing my neck, going lower and lower by the second, getting more and more forceful as he went.
    I couldn’t take it, I wanted him, now. I pushed him off and took hold of his shirt and ripped it off, sculpted was his chest and abs. He trusted his hands down my skirt and he realized I wasn’t wearing any panties. I reached down and grabbed at his crotch and felt his hard member. As he took his hands from my skirt, I grabbed his belt, ripped it off, and threw it to the side. We heard a crashing sound, as if something broke, but neither of us cared.
    He kneeled down, put his head between my legs and thrusted himself upward, sweeping me off my feet, holding me up with his arms and the wall I was leaning against. He reached down and removed his throbbing member from his pants.
    He entered me with such force, I let out a scream of passion without sound. He continued, to rock me like I had never been rocked before. The sheer force he exerted sent me wild.
    We ended up at my place going all night. When I finally passed out, I remember seeing the sun rise and when I awoke, Vincent wasn’t on the kitchen floor with me. I checked around my entire apartment. The only hint he was even here was all the furniture thrown about, cushions scattered all over the floor, one of my plants toppled over, his boxers hanging from the ceiling fan, and the clothespin clasped on my blouse.

Sizzling Griddles
    With my hungry libido satisfied for the evening after my encounter at the Diamond Club, I found myself wandering around the town in the early hours of the morning, surprisingly famished. My striped heels clacked on the warm pavement, calming my mind. I felt confident, cool, and alive. Suddenly, I sniffed in the sweet scent of poignant pancakes, wondrous waffles, and ostentatious omelettes. My nose led me to the local IHOP, a breakfast realm I had not entered before. As I passed through the threshold, I took in the bright colors, the empty tables, and - oh my - the savory greeter behind his post. I scanned his nametag; Michael, it read. Michael’s skin matched the color of perfectly prepared waffles, his eyes held the color of bursting blueberries, and his hair was a gleaming fountain of honey.
    “Just one?” he asked me in a voice rough like tweed, but inviting as cotton.
    “Yes,” I whispered, tilting my head downward and batting my eyelashes like a schoolgirl.
    “Follow me,” he told me, unabashed, leading me to an empty table. He set the menu on the table with such precision and gentleness, I couldn’t help but look at his large hands. They held signs of work, but were lithe like the wings of a moth. He told me he’d be my waiter this morning, and I resisted a small smile at the thought of it. I bit my lip in desire at the sight of his butt as he sauntered away. I checked my emotions and came to the conclusion that I was, in fact, horny. Very horny. Two partners in one night - rarely was I so lucky! I scanned the menu for something appealing, but nothing was as appealing as sex. Michael returned to take my order as I sat