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Creative Writing: The Flapper

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He closed his eyes, and his mouth opened slightly as he moaned. He buried his face in her neck, and she felt his labored breath. Reaching down, he took her by the wrist and stopped her. Pulling his head up to look at her, he rested his forehead on hers, brushing their noses together. "I am already dangerously close," he whispered. "OK," she whispered back. "Next time." He nodded, then reached over to the bedside table and pulled a condom out of the box. Sitting up, he fought to try to tear the wrapper but was having no luck. Callie tried not to giggle. Finally, he handed it to her to open. "Foiled by foil?" She asked, tearing it open without any trouble and handing it back to him. He removed the condom, then tossed the wrapper into the trash. He looked at it for a second then handed it to her to put on him. "Really?" …show more content…

He grinned, settling himself between her legs. His arm slipped under her shoulders, allowing him to prop himself up, while the other brushed the hair away from her face. His eyes roamed over her, taking her in. Then, he looked her in the eyes as her hands roamed his back and ribs as he slowly slid inside her. They both moaned in pleasure. "Jesus, Michaela. You feel so fucking good." He took a moment to try to get some control. "Sweetheart, how long has it been since you've been with someone?" She didn't answer him immediately. "A while." He nodded. "Since you've been in the

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