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Haven't had much time for writing this week, but I put out a call for a guest column and it was answered in admirable fashion.

Thank you--when I read this it made me open my mouth and go "AAAAHHH" in a silent scream of delight:

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So you're leaving the city.

Just when things started to get interesting – just when the thought of
running into you shortened my breath, made me press my finger slowly
along the soft pink inside edge of my lower lip.

You'll be back sometimes of course, but the chances will be slim to
none that we'll be in the same bar, on the same night.

But if I'm lucky, and we are….

I want to have a code, some secret gesture. And when you see it, you
will instantly know what I'm going to do to you if we're alone.

You will instantly know, I'm going to peel these jeans off and kneel
down in front of you. My nails scratching across your stomach as you
pull your cock out for me, and you will smile that smile, because you
know I'm hungry for it.

You know I'm going to be your cum-hungry little slut.

I'll take your cock in my hands, worshiping it, teasing you before I
lick it. I'll arch my back, lower my tits towards your knees and push
my ass up into the air.

So close that you can lean over with one hand, and take it, squeeze it
hard for me. So fucking hard, a little cry will escape me as I part
my lips to take your head in my mouth.

You'll slap it for me. Until it's pink. You know I love it when you
tell me how you're going to fuck it. Run your hand along my pussy and
tease yourself – think about how wet it is, how hard you'll be
pounding it.

You know I'd beg for it if your hard cock wasn't pumping in and out of my mouth.

Your dick will be like a fucking grenade. And just when you're about
to explode, you'll take it in your hand, grab a fistful of my dark
hair and wrench my head back.

And then you'll look down at me – cumming all over my face – and think
that's when I look the most beautiful.

So what's it gonna be? What's the code?

I love this blowing kisses bullshit – except if you're back in the
city, and I see you in a dark bar….

I'm going to bring my hand up and rub the tip of my nipple through my
little t-shirt with two fingers, feel it pressing back through the
cotton and tingling, as I think about you pinching it with your
vice-grip. Think about you pinning my arms behind my back and biting
down hard on it, until it almost hurts too much.

You'll be looking back at me. And when I know you're thinking the
same, I'm going to bring those fingertips up just inches away from my
chin, tilt my head, purse my lips and lightly, blow.

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