Please, now can we fuck?
It’s cold out here in the parking lot
The night it’s wet and dark
But soon we’re going home and snuggle up,
Then fuck one more round
You feel so good inside of me,
when you hungrily move
faster and faster
I am on my knees for you, master
you pound your cock harder inside of me,
and I scream,
I beg you to be mean
merciless whore fucking,
and a lot of good sucking
pleasure and pain collide
you fit me just right.
written by Disa Faaz
Disa Faaz is an erotica writer, emotional and vulnerable. Her writing is an expression of the intensity that she lives in her day to day life. She is no good with spoken words, though she is very good with words when she is writing. She is even better when words caress her, not when they leave her. Thousands of pages in her diaries, hundreds of poems, and several short stories later, her writing exudes erotism and emotion. "She creates genuine dramas, genuine chaos and whirlpools of feelings." - Anaïs Nin