Maria's soft hands move around my waist like snakes searching for meat, the delicate touch of those soft little hands makes my body react instinctively, going from initial rejection to acceptance and a thirst for lust.
Is this why men are despised by women?, Why?, even though I don't like Maria, I feel like pushing her into bed and making her my bitch, it's a growing desire that drowns my heart in a sea of honey.
It's just excitement, shame, a slight hatred towards me for reacting this way and guilt, I, I understand, I understand.
I swallow saliva as Maria pulls away from my lips, her soft hands search inside my shirt, touch my stomach making wherever she passes her delicate hands an eliciting sensation spread, her fingernails move across my stomach and my back gently grazing my skin, making with each touch my breath hitch, my crotch stiffen, and my eyes glaze over.
"Let's get this over with...", I think.
