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Lust

“To need someone more than you want is insecurity. To want someone more than you need them isLust. Love is when you need and want someone in your life in equal amounts.”

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Lucas

Imagine a busy workday.A day filled with stress, chaos, bosses screaming at you, cars blaring their horns for no goddamn reason. A day that leaves you utterly drained, toughens your skin. Most people can get through to the next day by grabbing a bottle of wine, kicking off their shoes, and watching the sunset. Pretending that their shitty day didn’t exist. That’s not me. I need more. Screw the sunset, I need a mouth wrapped around my dick. I don’t care if her lips are painted red, pink, blue, or fucking green. As long as she’s on her knees, hands on her thighs, while I fuck her mouth. With her half-hooded eyes gazing up at me. I happen to be the God she’s worshiping at this very moment. And as soon as I explode down the back of her throat, she’s history. This, my friends, is by far the most gratifying climax to the end of a bad day. Did you hear that? Climax? I made a play on words.

“Yeah, baby. That’s it. Deep-throat my cock. There ya go, like that.”

Fuck, she’s good! My Uncle Bill would say she could suck the chrome clear off a bumper. And he’d be absolutely right.

“Are you ready to taste the nectar of the Gods, baby?”

Did I phrase that as a question? Clearly she can’t talk with her mouth full. Especially when my hands are fisted in her hair, holding her in place. Bambi or Barbara, whatever the hell her name is, can’t speak even if her life depended on it.

When my breath hitches, my balls tighten and my spine tingles. I know I’m about ready to blow. So with one last thrust into her warm and eager mouth, I erupt.

“Fuck!”

Why do words seem to fail me at a time like this? I guess it doesn’t matter, because Bambi’s mouth is full and I’m too busy moaning and groaning to give a shit.

As soon as she’s licked me clean, I carefully tuck the beast back into my jeans. Where he’ll be safe from her groping hands.

“Mm, you taste so good, Lucas,” she moans. “Now it’s my turn.”

Whoa! This wasn’t part of the deal. Her text stated that she wanted to give me a blow job. Nothing more. Nothing less. So she can go home to BOB. Her Battery-Operated Boyfriend. “Sorry, but no can do. Your text message said nothing about me reciprocating.”

“You’re joking, right? C’mon Lucas. I canceled my date with Brian so I could come here tonight. So don’t mess with me.”

“Hey, you texted me, Bambi…”

“My name is Brianna, asshole!”

Oops, my bad. At least I had the letter right. A great idea suddenly hits me as she storms towards the door. “Hey, maybe if you brush your teeth and call Brian, you can still go on that date.” I duck just as my sophomore-year football trophy goes whizzing by my head. Fuck! That would have left a mark.

“Go fuck yourself, Lucas!” If only I could, I wouldn’t be in this predicament.

Note to self: Move all objects which could cause serious bodily harm away from the door. And delete B’s number. God, I shudder to think what would happen if I accidentally drunk texted her one night. Besides, I have more contacts in my little phone than I’ll ever use in my lifetime.

I am LucasPipesKnight. The lead vocalist forThe Sinful Seven.I can easily have any woman at any time. Sex is at my fingertips every fucking moment of every fucking day. All I have to do is hover over a number and her pussy’s mine for the taking.

Am I addicted to sex? Hell yeah! Who wouldn’t be if they were in my shoes? How many guys do you know who can make a girl come by singing alone? Enough said.

All kidding aside, I have to get my head in the game. Since I promised the guys I’d have a few more songs written by the time practice rolls around on Monday night, I need to focus with the right head. Instead of the one in my jeans who likes to get me in all kinds of trouble. Otherwise, I’ll be letting them down. And, if I do, I could be the one on the outside looking in. Not going to be a happening thing.

Grabbing my guitar, notebook, and pen, I try writing lyrics to the amazing music I’ve created. After staring at the same blank page for over an hour, I got nothing. Nada! What the fuck is wrong with me? Why can I create a fucking outstanding piece of music without one fucking word? This is bullshit! All I can think of is the way my cock feels when it’s pounding inside of a tight, wet pussy. And how my balls tingle right before I’m about to explode. Fuck! Apparently, that blow job wasn’t enough. Now I won’t be able to concentrate on anything until I get laid. I throw everything onto the couch, grab my phone, and head out the door. I’m going toDistractions, a local bar down the street. Maybe after I’ve had a few drinks and fucked a few girls, I’ll be able to put words to the exceptional songs I wrote. One can only hope.

The music’s blaring as I push through the door. Bodies of all shapes and sizes grind and dry hump one another on the makeshift dancefloor. Tits and ass assault my senses, all of which look ripe for the picking. I’m right where I belong. Instantly, my cock stiffens, in spite of the garbage pouring out of the speakers. This music sucks, but I’m not going to let it distract me from my goal. I came here to fuck. And I already have my sights on a brunette in the far corner.

I’m going to tap that ass.

I don’t ask, I take. Her hand, that is, as I pull her into the Men’s room.

“What the hell, Lucas!” she says. How about that, she knows my name. “In case you didn’t notice, I was dancing.”

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