Concrete

Just as I began to lose my nerve and walk away, you swept around the corner and pushed my body against the damp wall. Your lips met mine in a starving kiss filled with not love, but hunger. Filled with ravenous desire. Stealing my breath with each caress of your tongue, I felt myself falling backward, only supported by your unyielding arms pulling me into you. A free hand reached for the lapel of the simple button down shirt I wore and tore it open. Buttons pulled free and falling to the concrete below. You reached into the cup of my bra and released one breast, roughly grasping it in the palm of your hand, pinching my nipple until I squealed. You pulled away from me and placed one finger over your lips.

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