(This is from my hipster blog: www.hipsterstories.wordpress.com It’s a hipster/emo love story)
After the protest, Clemmy found herself sexually attracted to Jude like never before. Watching him stand up to Billy Emo without a shed of fear absolutely toasted her hairy loins.
His new-found manliness reminded her of a quote in Henry Miller’s Tropic of Cancer; “I have found God, but he is insufficient.” Jude was her God now.
“Tonight’s the night. Take me to your apartment and put my face in the pillows,” she whispered into his ear.
She wanted to be ravaged by her man. She wanted her stud to relieve all those weeks of built-up tension and anxiety. She wanted her man to provide that cathartic release she had been missing for so long.
Hand in hand, they both rushed to Jude’s apartment; his mustache blowing in the wind and her female scent escaping into the night air. They barely made it inside the door before Jude’s tongue was licking the side of her face. His greasy mustache brushed up and down her cheek, turning her skin red.
She let out a strangled moan of sheer, hipster ecstasy. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh.”
In one motion, he pushed her through the doorway, spun her around almost violently onto his couch. He pushed her face into the couch pillows, pulling her butt into the air as her back arched. Continue reading “Face in the pillow (hipster sex)”
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