Page 465 of S is for SEX

As the music began to play, I felt a tingle. I turned and looked at Erik. Erik smiled.

“You fucked me senseless to this song,” I said, remembering the day he made me cum while this song played.

I felt myself getting wet.

“Did you ask them to play it?” I asked.

Erik smiled.

The song is a fast-paced blues song that’s kind of sexy. Erik grabbed my shoulders in his hands and began to grind on my hips with his crotch.

Erik Ead was dirty dancing.

I felt myself beginning to melt.

People started whistling and screaming, pointing in our direction.

“Get it, Doc,” I heard someone scream.

Erik continued to grind his hips against my thighs and hips - bending his knees and lowering himself closer to the floor, and then slowly coming back up. I was hypnotized by watching him wiggle. I placed my hands on his waist and began to grind with him.

I felt after the incident with A-Train that Erik had begun to fully trust me. When he took me to the cemetery, I knew that he did. The Erik Ead that I had been seeing for the last few weeks was the Erik Ead that I hoped would last forever. I bent my knees, lowered myself to the floor, and bit the crotch of his jeans.

“Get him, Sis,” Bunny screamed.

As the song ended, we stood up straight and hugged. Several people clapped. I was uncomfortably wet. Erik moved my hair behind my ear and moved his mouth close to my face.

“You sexy little bitch. You make me want to fuck you. Always,” he whispered.

“You started it,” I smiled.

He leaned back, smiled, and spoke, “You’re gorgeous.”

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

“Be careful what you wish for,” he responded.

“Just like A-Train says, if you’re scared go to church,” I said, smiling.

“You’re a…” he began to say.

“Mouthy little fucker,” I finished.

He reached down, grabbed my hand, and began walking toward the door.

“Come on, you mouthy little shit,” he said as he walked out the door, and turned to the right.

“Where are we going?” I asked, giggling.

“It’s not where we’re going, baby girl. It’s what I’m going to do to you,” he said as he walked briskly to the rear of the garage.

“What are you going to do to me?” I giggled.

“Teach you a fucking lesson,” he said.

I love being in trouble with this man.

We turned and stepped behind the garage. The rear of the garage was exposed to the land behind the house. It was still somewhat visible from the side of the house, but not easily seen. Erik turned, my hand in his, and faced me. He let go of my hand and placed his hand on my neck. He pressed me against the wall. By my neck and held me there.

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