Friday, August 24, 2012

Behind the Tear

I watched as the tear began forming in the corner of your eye.   

A whisper in your ear.  

A slight push to the back of your head.   

The tear rolls down your cheek.  With a finger from my free hand, I trace the path of the tear as I gather it up. I lick it off my finger as I get lost in thought. The gurgling noises, alerts me to release my hand. 

Was it the words I said?

Did I push you to the brink?

Or are simply gagging on the giant cock I’m feeding your right now?

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