I Know We Can Make It
Getting her this far was a huge accomplishment. The taste of her lips, the look in her eyes, all screamed “take me”. But he had been tricked before, and he wanted to take this slow. Women are evil, he knew that, but he couldn’t help but want her. Couldn’t help but need her. This hunger brought him speeding down the highway, in a desperate race to take her home before his libido stole home. If it was going to happen, it was going to happen on his terms, and he’d be damned if she would ruin everything he had been planning.
Opening the front door, he took a cautious step inside. Toeing the line between nervous excitement and sexual frustration, he checked each of the rooms to make sure they were empty. Satisfied, he tore into her. Further satisfied, he put her into the closet. Romance was not the name of the game, here. Lighting up a fresh cigarette, he booted into Linux and opened a browser. Feeling confident, he keyed in “www.realdoll.com/forums/”.