Pirate Hooker

by Alis Rose

She takes his hand in hers and places it against her chest.
He quickly inhales, shocked at the violent way he can feel her heart beating. It seems to trigger everything he is, and suddenly he must be inside her.

She bites his ear, he pulls her hair. Everything about her drives him crazy, the dimples on the lower of her back as if put there just for him; her long black hair tracing her spine. Even the cute pirate tattoo she put on her wrist out of a gum packet. Sometimes, he imagines she's a hooker. Dirty and willing.

This makes him act rougher, more demanding in bed. She seems to like it. He doesn't kiss her because you don't kiss hookers. This drives her crazy. He bends her over the edge of the bed, grasping the wrought-iron frame. He likes it when he can't see her face. His thumbs move to the dimples like they were born to be there, and he throws in a porn slap just for the hell of it. She moans loudly, and he sees the skull-and-bones tattoo on her wrist.

He remembers who he is thrusting and can't last any longer. Collapsing on her, his lips brush past her temporary tattoo. She smiles contentedly, arches her back and blows a bubble.

His pirate hooker.

Alis Rose is currently studying English Lit, however spends most classes writing for her blog www.alisrose.com and other odd bits and pieces. One thing I did this week that I am proud of? I helped an intoxicated girl I've never met, get back to her hotel room and did not take advantage of her. Bring on the good karma.