Making Love

He said I understand for the first time why it's called 'making love'. Such a cheesy phrase, and yet...

He said when I feel those ripples, all those tiny tremors and squeezes, I understand what it means to be loved by your cunt.

He said, when we're fucking, and you hold my arm, or grab me, when you bite or kiss any bit of my skin that comes near your mouth, it's like being wrapped up in love.

He said it's beautiful.

He said I still want to do horrible things to you though.

I said good.