The sheets with tiny pink rosebuds, incongruously innocent, are tangled beneath us. Your lips travel slowly down from my earlobe down to my neck, marking your territory. You stop at my collarbone; nipping it gently with your teeth before lifting your head to look at me.
Our shirts are lost somewhere on the floor, my bra discarded on the bed along with our socks. Jeans and underwear create the only barrier that separates us from each other’s skin. I want to know your skin as well as I know my own. Every scar, every freckle, every tattoo, every perfect imperfection.
You hair is damp with sweat as you balance above me. Your eyes are dark, intense, questioning. I involuntary bite my lip. I am already anticipating your fingers deftly unbuttoning, unzipping, removing the obstacles. You take me out of my always busy head, reminding me that I am flesh, I am fire when I am with you.
Wow, that was fire in itself. Talk about captivating. I’m a little embarrassed to say that I could almost see it. 🙂
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Glad to know that I painted such a vivid picture for you.
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You write very well! Thanks for sharing.
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You’re welcome!
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Holy shit!!!! SO MUCH YES!!! 😊🔥 damn that’s wonderful.
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Thank you my friend. I take it I captured the tension, the anticipation
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Absolutely! I’m a huge fan of depicting moments like this. You’ve done it brilliantly!
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🙂
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Nice and honest and arousing.
I love when you write from the heart.
Cheers Mo X
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🙂
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It’s true. I’m human after all X
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Mmm, nice elongation of anticipation, very sexy 🔥
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Thank you. I like the sense of anticipation.
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Wow. Short, simple, but hot. Bravo.
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Thank you– trying to paint a vivid moment.
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