He looked at the girl who he layed beside as memories of his first time came rushing back to him.
He had gone
to a club everyone had been raving on about.
He had been
nervous, very nervous actually.
But then he
saw her, he couldn't take his eyes off of her.
He had
thought he didn't have a chance, but one look at her smile and he knew he
couldn't let her slip from his fingers.
She was
about to leave from the back door. He stood up, brushed himself off and got
ready to face her.
Before he
could even process it, they were in his car.
He didn't
want his first time to be in the back of his car, so he took her home.
He knew he'd
take it slow, cherish the moment.
He took her
to his house, a few blocks away.
He left the
lights on, he wanted to see her. He was pleased with his decision when he saw
her face again.
Every
expression of hers was fascinating. It kept changing. It was different when he
took her clothes off, it changed again when he touched her flesh.
Oh how it
had felt to touch her, to feel her.
Moments
later, her liquids were all over him. The way his wet hands glistened was
something that enticed him.
He took it
slow, made sure that every minute of that night would remain engraved in his
memory. He savoured every moment, every thrust, every movement.
After a
while the deed was done. He layed beside her as he admired her.
He smiled,
it had been so much better than he'd thought it would be. In fact, he had never
felt such an intense amount of pleasure until that night.
It was a
little sloppy, but it had been his first time after all.
He couldn't
wait to do it again.
.
.
.
He couldn't wait to kill again.
Also Read:My Endless Love - Letter by a Waiting Soul
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.
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He couldn't wait to kill again.
Also Read:My Endless Love - Letter by a Waiting Soul
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