He was clearly the dominant and I didn’t like it. I pushed at his chest with my hands and he didn’t budge. He stopped the kiss. “Wanna fight do ...ou?” he said with a devilish smile. “I fight dirty, baby” I whispered in his ear, then sucked his ear lobe into my mouth. A low grumbling came from his throat and I had faith that this wouldn’t be that hard. He dropped all of his weight on me and I moaned at the feeling it gave me. I wrapped my legs around his hips and ground my pussy hard into his. He was wiggling and trying to make her let him go, to no avail. “Don’t you know who I am? I’ll have your arse in the brig for this. I’ll personally come down and rape it for you every night, bitch,” he screamed, spraying the wall with his spittle.Lee ramped up the twist on his arm. He let out a squeal of pain as he continued to struggle, but she said nothing. She hated dealing with drunks. She wondered if it was only the drink, causing his strange behaviour. He sure needed his foul mouth washed. I was a promiscuous dog’s bitch and liftingto each sensation. I was jolted because I heard something else, not thedog or me, there was a loud knocking on our front door.Not now!! Please! Please!! Not just now when I was soclose…It was a demanding knock and I had to collectmyself, push down the dog, push down the dress, calmmyself for the fucking door.I opened it. It was the man in the park. He had thatlook on his face. Like he knew. My face was flush andhe saw it. There was no. .how fires raged within. While I defended my point quite eloquently, that fire within her eyes was not offensive, but drawing me deeper and wanting to know what lie beyond. It was the most interesting prelude to a night of a grand sexual encounter with a Filipina woman. Maybe the best night of sex in my life. The rhetoric softened as the debate between this American man and Filipina woman ended in a draw, and soon the conversation drifted elsewhere. Eventually we began talking of poetry, and.