What It Means

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perversion.

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What it Means—by Nyusama

You know you shouldnÕt let him get to you
the way he does. You know you shouldnÕt respond to his taunts, you shouldnÕt
fight with him. But most of all, you shouldnÕt kiss him back.

HeÕs not who you really want, but when
you're like this with your legs up around his waist and your head is thumping
against the wall with every rhythmic thrust, all you want is his touch.

His hand circles around your penis and you
forget that Sasuke even existed. You forget everything as the world narrows
down to his touch and that slurping sound as he enters you. Hell, you even
forget your own name. And when you come you scream without words because you
donÕt know any anymore. Words are a foreign concept now that heÕs reduced you
to a whimpering needy animal.

But as your afterglow fades you come back
to reality, and all you want to do is smack that creepy grin off his damn face
and yell at him for not being Sasuke. You donÕt though, you dress and leave.

He asks you not to, tells you to stay. You
go anyway. So he yells and insults you, but youÕre still walking away because
if you stay you will hit him. HeÕs making you forget your promises and goals
and dreams, and when you think about Sasuke you see his face first.

You clench your fists until your palm
bleeds. YouÕre angry because you donÕt know what it means, and youÕre afraid of
what it might.

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