There were things I never asked when picking up a stranger.  I didn't want to know what they did for a living.  I didn’t care what they drove, where they lived, or what their favorite color was.  I wanted to know how they liked their cock sucked.  I wanted to know if they made love or fucked.  Did they eat pussy?  Did they like rough sex? He laughs.  “I thought those kinds of pickup lines weren’t allowed.” He was cocky.  I liked that.  It was a cousin to arrogance and cruelty; I liked that even more.  Was this what it felt like to find your true north?He shook my hand and started a conversation like a gentleman.  But in my heart, I knew this man, the dark Viking, was dangerous.
kimber nilsson
erotica, one-night-stand