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Storm in the distance - *Guest Post on Bangs & Whimpers!*

This was originally a Guest Blog Post on Bangs & Whimpers http://bangsandwhimpers.com/guest-banger-timmytuttles/ but sadly that site seems to have gone down now. Here it is anyway:

Storm in the distance

Her face is contorted as it presses against the warm glass of my apartment window. I squeeze her there naked and exposed and she squeezes me back as I move inside her. My air conditioning unit blows cold air up through our legs, buzzing and whirring with a sense of unbalanced desperation, but It still can’t keep up with the heat we’re making.

As soon as I’d got her home I’d made her strip down to her bright white underwear then put both her hands on the window sill. Her ass is still warm and reddened from the spanking, and now her hands are pressed against the glass as she tries to resist the force of me thrusting into her. I wrap my arms around her, pressing her limbs and body together into a single ball of warm flesh that’s mine for the taking.

In front of us the lights of the city are coming on. New York’s buildings are a black jumble of blunt and pointy teeth, gnawing on the backdrop of orange twilight. A million windows silently watching.

I bite her back, and then whisper in her ear;

“I want the whole world to see what a disgraceful slut you are!”

I watch the reflection of her face compressed sideways against that hard pane. Her expression is rich with emotion as it leaves a greasy smear on the glass, an etching of unidentified feelings.

The noises she makes almost resemble crying, but I’ve learnt her sounds now and the whimpers no longer give me pause. Her list of likes, dislikes, and curiosities is printed in my mind, and my moderated brutality always brings her back for more.

In the distance the Empire State is bathed in red as the floodlights in it’s crown begin warming up for the night. We sweat and fuck below; our salute to the city.

I wake suddenly in the night with a feeling that something is wrong, but my toy and lover is sleeping quietly beside me, the edge of my thin white sheet just resting below her breasts. It is getting warm and muggy in my apartment, but if I switch the air con back on it will keep us awake with its habitual rumbling.

I still have the feeling some stimulus has woken me, but, save for the breathing of the girl beside me, everything here is quiet and still. Then suddenly a flash of electricity lights up my curtains, illuminating my room with a burst of bright blue. I wait for the accompanying thunder, but it never arrives and after a while there is another silent flash. The lightning storm must be too far away to hear, discharging its electric tendrils high up over New Jersey and the thunder absorbed by the city's noises and humid air. An Apocalyptic effect, perhaps the end is closer than I thought?

More electric blue flickers over the body lying in bed with me and her nipples seize my attention as they flash, crisp and focused, out of that fuzzy darkness. She moves a little as she lies there sleeping.

‘What is she dreaming?’ I wonder. And yet I know I'll never know what it’s really like inside that sleeping head.

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