The Threesome

The first man kisses my cheek and works down to my lips in a collected and slow motion. He is soft, his intentions clearly thought out. I turn around and face the second man. The second man pulls me with the firm grip of his hands around my neck, insistent and aggressive. The first man still caresses my neck with his lips while I share breath with the second. 

Switch. 

A ying and yang of sexual partners, one on each of my sides.

The two men share and begin to slip off clothing. I allow them to do the same to me. More than sex, deep passion and pain rolls from tongue to tongue, sharing their silent scream. Our bodies switch, ever shifting, quickly panting, position to position calling out pleasure. Four hands glide through sweat across my breasts and down my pelvis. The first man kisses. I want more. The second one holds a hand across my throat, a pleasurable pain. I do not resist. This wave of bodies opens my soul, releases the wolves and reminds me how hungry I’ve been. 

Man: a healthy meal.

I am full 

tonight.

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