Are You Going To Fuck Me?

“Are you going to fuck me?” she asked.

I was undoing the back of her dress when she asked, although I might have been mixing a drink instead. I didn’t kiss the back of her neck, and I didn’t caress her soft skin, but she shivered all the same when the black silk slipped off her shoulders.

I was quiet when I pushed the fabric down over her hips, and I didn’t say a word when I undid he bra. She…

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Guy New York

Guy New York

Writer and publisher of dirty books. With more than 70 titles, my books have been widely read and occasionally burned. Read more at www.guynewyork.com