it wasn't that his hands were cold or wet or stale... they just didn't stand out. her skin didn't feel half as soft as she knew it to be... it seemed so empty as he touched her so callously and bitterly. he looked at her with mournful eyes and regret flowed into her cheeks like thunder.

he swallowed so loudly she felt like he was choking her from across the car.

she looked at him... don't lose him. 'use me'. she was naked. biting her lip, she lowered her arms from her chest and bore to him a naked body, full of woman-ness and sexuality. she was tired of him and his body and his eyes and she just wanted out because she would never find the old one. why could she never find the old ones? he fucked her for hours. he had smoked her up for what seemed like ever and she couldn't even keep in line her collapsing thoughts. the car smelled like sex. she had seen that face before. the sweat was bleeding off of his hair and nose and lips into her eyes.

but this was love. this was care. this was beauty. this was youth. this was courageous. this was daring. darling. precious. unique. brilliant. sexy. hot. forever?

he fucked her and fucked her until she asked him to love her and then he pulled out and took her to her car. should i call him? she wondered.