The news of the day was nothing more than politics, as the presidential elections near, while houses foreclose and gas skyrockets. Alone in my universe I am safe, sheltered in my cluttered but simple existence. I read about the promises of a better future from Obama, while in Iraq, the military needs millions of dollars to replace and repair the machinery of the war. I read lightheartedly about the gossip of the rich and the famous. I am absorbed in the fantasy and feuds of Hollywood, when I sense a movement from behind me. Before I have an opportunity to turn around, I smell the scent of Ivory soap, as I am summoned by the hair from the nape of my neck that is being pulled, and manipulating my movement. You quietly grab the hair in the back of my head, and forcefully push it forward, preventing me from seeing you. You push my head into the paper; almost making me spit my coffee onto the paper from my swallow. You tightly wrap your fingers through my hair, pushing me out of the chair, elevating me to your will. "Clear the table," you whisper, as I try to turn around and identify you. You are beginning to hurt me, as my hair is taunt between your fingers. You pull me out of the chair, pushing me into the objects of my life that covers the surface of the table. I clear the paper, try to move the candlesticks and fruit bowl, but I am not fast enough. Your fingers remain tight around the nape of my neck as you whisper and run your tongue in my inner ear. "I am going to take what I want," you tell me as you push my head against the table. I can feel your body rub against the back of my ass as you position me, hands and face down on the table, pivoting my head to the side so that I can not see you.
I am lying on the table in a frenzy, yet I can feel myself wet with desire. The freshness of the Ivory soap, and the vision of the Chevy truck, renders me helpless with desire. You push me harder on the table and pin me down with your weight, as you push down the bottom of my pajamas. You whisper in my ear, as you lick its inside, tongue delving deep, and you forcefully swat my ass. "I am going to take you, and use you for my own pleasure." Tongue digging deep into my ear, you send shivers through my body, reminding me of both the pain and the pleasure that you yield. I feel you smack my bottom several times as you yank my hair and position my face so that I can not turn around to identify you. I am weak in the knees with frenzy, as I sense I am about to be raped, used for your pleasure. Smack, smack, smack...I feel you redden my body as you then forcefully place your finger in my wet cunt. I am dripping with juices, my fear heightened, as you continue to control me by my hair. I am unable to move, yet you push one finger, two fingers into my vagina, and then place those fingers to my nose. I can smell my pussy juices, and I smell your Ivory soap.
