Women Seeking Women #147

The city smelled like wet concrete and regret. October thirteenth, 2017. She pressed her back against the alley wall while he pushed her skirt up with a knife-hand and no apology. Her nails dug crescent marks into his shoulders; every muscle in his arms flexed like he meant to break something and finish inside it. Breath hot on her throat, he told her she’d been waiting for this since the first time their eyes locked across that smoke-choked bar. She didn’t argue—just opened her legs wider, wet already, panties shoved aside. His cock slammed in like punctuation. The bricks scraped her spine. She welcomed the burn. Each thrust came sharper than the last, streetlight stuttering across their tangled hips. He grunted her name into the shell of her ear and she answered with a sound that wasn’t polite. Somewhere far off, a siren wailed; nobody heard hers.