Thursday, December 17, 2009

Denial

The room spun as they embraced. Tongue rushing over tongue, hands searching out and finding pleasure. They fell entwinded on the bed. The room filled with lust and like and love. He hitched up her skirt and stroked her hips tenderly. She tugged his shirt off and kissed and nipped at his shoulders.

They'd known each other for a while and this tryst was long overdue. They wispered and moaned in hushed tones, moving as one. He pushed between her thighs and his beautiful green eyes glazed over with lust. She smiled and propped herself up to kiss his sweet mouth. His beard tickled her soft skin and she gasped as he began to move in slow strong strokes.

It was amazing to hold him, to touch him after so long. She almost cryed--so overcome with love and emotion. He barely made a sound as he brought them closer and closer to heaven. She closed her eyes and arched--unable to hold back. She came for him with wild abandon, crying out his name, clutching the sheets. Her body milking his finished him off and he froze as he filled her with seed.

He wrapped his arms around her and rolled her to the side. He held her tightly and buried his face in her hair, delighting in her scent. She stroked his arms for a moment before disengaging herself from his embrace. He looked at her in confusion, "What are you doing, Babe?" She smiled at him and kissed him deeply. He stirred again as she tugged roughly on his lower lip with her teeth. She snuggled against his chest and scoffed, "Just friends, my ass."

3 comments:

  1. "Her body milking his finished him off and he froze as he filled her with seed."

    pumpkins seed... sunflower seed... sesame seed...

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  2. Ah, denial.
    I've seen it go both ways.
    Well written.

    People seed Anton, people seed.

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  3. ...excuse me, I have to go take a cold shower now. ;-)

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