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Secluded Field
by T.L.
Kelly
It was supposed to be business
how could I have known sitting in the airport
waiting for tall black hair, skinny leather tie
that it would only be a matter of a few laughs
a few miles a few quaaludes and I would
offer my wrists to be bound
behind my back a few sips of champagne
and then I would know something, real life stories
while we fucked in the backseat of his sister's limo
parked on a dirt road somewhere in La Tuna Canyon with
my face pressed against the window
I tasted my breath steaming the glass
and panted and prayed and pleaded
bit my lip till it bled and behind me
on his knees he kept very still and made
me push back on him and say please
made me promise not to cum until he said so
turned me round and round and I saw
myself in the rearview mirror
black mascara rings around my eyes
my bra around my neck
for a moment I looked familiar
then he pulled so tight the blood pounded
in my hands and the sweat on my face
slow and thick and gritty
I stopped moving to feel the waves
waves shattering glass
gnawing in the belly and he pulled
and he pulled, took off the leather tie
slumped back
swallowed
coughed and said something about how odd
it was to find a secluded field in the middle of fucking L.A.
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