Title:           A Romantic Evening With Trixie
Author:          DontWannaKnow
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/Ufq4GEFz
First Edit:      Wednesday 9th of November 2016 10:09:25 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 9th of November 2016 10:09:25 PM CDT

>"Be still, Ahnon. Is hard for taking off the clothes if Trixie must hold you."
>She says that, but she's doing a pretty great job of holding you in a vice-like half-hug with one arm and undoing your belt buckle with her free hand
"T-Trixie, look, this...this is moving way too fast for me"
>She doesn't reply, simply tightening her grip every time you attempt to worm your way out
>You decide to stop before she cracks any ribs
"Look, I-I think you're, um, a really nice chick and maybe we could go on some more dates, bu-"
>"Tsiho, Ahnon. Mouth say many things, but body is wanting"
>With a very, very, satisfied-looking smile she prods your traitorous bulge, now only covered by your boxers
"Eeeep"
>You squeak hoarsely, but there is clearly a disconnect somewhere on the route between your brain and your crotch, because your dick twitches so hard it's about to tear through the fabric
>She smiles even wider, but her brow furrows when she looks back and sees the absolute panic on your face
>"Not worry, Ahnon. You relax, Trixie will make the romance."
"But-"
>She hoists you up, carrying you across the room and plants you gently but firmly on her bed, like a laborer laying out her tools before a job
"Trixie, look"
>You sit up the moment her hands are off you and try to affect some authority
"Can we just take this a little bit..."
>You trail off as she drops the needle on her record player
>My first...my last...my everything...
"Uh..."
>"Is Barry White, Ahnon. Good music for making of the love."
"Um, this is pretty messed up"
>"Nyet, do not make struggle Ahnon"
>She shoves you back down on the bed and deftly hops on top of you, straddling your crotch
>"Trixie is not wanting to hurt you, Ahnon, only to make the sex. Trust Trixie, she will give good feeling."
>Any rebuttal you might stammer out is silenced by her lips mashing against yours and her tongue snaking around your mouth like she's trying to polish your teeth for a photo shoot
>She's also taking off her shirt