*excerpt*

"This wasn't about love. It was about sex.
Pure and simple. It was about hands knotted
tight in my hair, roughly tugging my head back
to expose a long line of throat. It
was about a stiff cock in my ready,
willing mouth. It was about blind fingers
clutching at clothes and wailing loud enough
to wake the neighbours. Sliding tongues and
dragging fingernails. This wasn't loving.
This was fucking."

Errrr...I /really/ need to get a couple of
hobbies to take my mind off of some things.