I Am The Only One

Her physique was stunning. I wanted to plunge into her trace my tongue over her stiff nipples and grab her hips. I wondered what noises she would make if I gave her a hard push, and when she would finally shout my name. The question was not if but rather when she would yell my name.

I shook my head, attempting to get my thoughts under control. It was a very risky decision to start with me if she had never been touched by a guy. I was filled with anxiety. 'Starting off' would not occur, since it suggested a continuance, yet all she had was a conclusion. I hadn't merely arrived at the solutions.

She was going to pass away at my hands tonight.