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Elly Rohde

In the backroom of your apartment I let you crawl on top of me your hips between my legs fingers claw into the couch go get my dick and you rush to the bedroom return dick in hand you drop to your knees expecting me to push your head to my crotch inhale deeply instead I kiss your flushed face hard before forcing you down into the seat of the couch I imagine your open mouth tasting the fabric tongue stuck on cotton I don't bother with the harness you brought slide my zipper down replace it with the dick as if to piss at a urinal I spit into my palm and rub You are hungry and clean and mine your jeans in a puddle around your knees your chest flush against the couch I spit again and push in like fingers in wet dirt making a home for something to grow slowly then the hum of your breath the sting of a belt I’m still fully dressed and you are leaking on my grey pants I want to run into you full speed grabbing fistfuls of your hair scratching your back splitting you open until your face pressed into the couch my head resting cheek to your red lined back outside the wind threatens to bring us both to our knees

Work from My Smutty Valentine: Queer Kinships and the Poetics of Smut with Anchoress Syndicate

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