somewhere between our unlighted hearts
lust lurks
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2012-05-24
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2012-05-23
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2012-05-22
Portents.
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Best. Lunch. Ever. :p
sassyfrassylassy: lunch?
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2012-05-21
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2012-05-17
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2012-05-14
making out
i wanted to make out for hours, fully clothed, and be driven nuts. she thought this was a stupid idea. we hadn’t fucked yet. we’d barely kissed. it was perfect. i’d convince her.
she came to my place. she was helping me move in. i wanted to paint the bedroom. the room was bare, just the bed moved to the middle of the room. she sat on it looking at me. she thought we were going to fuck. i started organizing the paint and the brushes. i got out the drop cloths and fixed up the rollers. ‘get over here,’ she said.
i turned to look at her over my shoulder. ‘what?’ i smiled. she laughed at me, ‘i’ll help you paint this room, but not now. get the fuck over here.’
i kicked my shoes off and sat next to her on the bed. she slid back and stretched herself out flat on her back, pulling her arms up behind her head and crooking one knee. i turned to sit on the bed and put my hand on her knee. i drew my hand slowly up her thigh. she watched me explore her. i stayed careful to keep my hands outside her clothes, but i touched her everywhere.
i slid my hands under her just at her shoulder blades and leaned over to kiss her. she pulled her hands from behind her head and held me. she started to tug at my shirt, but i stopped her. ‘no fucking way,’ she said. i just kissed her. she tried a few more times but after i kept slapping her away, she understood. ‘let’s just make out,’ i whispered, ‘for hours.’
she grabbed my head and kissed me. there was something free about it. she was smiling. i held her tight and pulled myself over her, my knee falling between her legs. we weren’t grinding against each other, just feeling the weight and the pressure. i felt keenly focused on her and buzzing.
i sucked on her neck. ‘are you marking me?’ she said. i just kept sucking. she tilted her head back saying, ‘fuck it, that feels good.’ i kept sucking and started to move my hips. i wanted to fuck her. i wanted to move my hand under her shirt. but this was delicious. it seemed worth it to wait.
‘one piece of clothing,’ i said, ‘we can each choose one.’ she was quick, ‘your shirt.’ i was wearing an old, frayed button down with nothing under it. ‘slowly,’ i told her. she moved button by button, kissing and exploring me. after three buttons, her hand slid onto my breast. we stayed there like that and i almost thought she was going to forget to undo the other buttons, but she got there eventually.
she pushed me onto my back and spread my shirt open. she left it on my shoulders though. her hands slid up under it on the skin of my back. she curled her fingers around my shoulders and pulled me down onto her. my shirt got in our way as we rolled around on the mattress.
‘your bra,’ i finally said, ‘leave your shirt on.’ she managed to unhook and remove her bra under her shirt and tossed it over the bed. i felt her breasts under her thin shirt. i rubbed my naked breasts against them while we kissed.
i was on top of her again, rubbing my breasts on her, and she grabbed my hips. she pulled me against her. i pulled myself up and on top of her with both my legs between hers. she wrapped her legs around my ass and i rocked against her. i was up on my arms with her legs wrapped around me and her hands pulling on my hips, grabbing my belt loops, finding any hold to pull me harder against her.
we’d been giggling as we rolled around, but now we looked serious. she stared at me, smiling. i could read her expression. i had won. she was enjoying this more than she expected. it was fucking hot.
how long would it take. rubbing against her like this. through her jeans. i wanted to know. i wanted it to feel like a surprise. where did that come from? how did that happen? i stayed there and rubbed myself against her. it felt good. she grabbed my head and pulled me down to kiss her. we were panting. i didn’t want to lose my concentration. we would kiss, but i’d find myself there with my lips against her focusing on the rhythm. i needed to pay attention. watch her movements. listen to the noises she made.
i was going to get her off like this. she was moving beneath me now. she was close and hungry for it, doubting it, but still trying to reach it. i let all my weight fall on her, my head next to hers, my mouth on her neck. i grabbed her ass with my hands and pulled her up into me helping her dig against me. she started calling out, ‘oh… oh… oh…’ with every thrust, ‘oh… oh… oh….’ i whispered in her ear, ‘yes. just like this. yes.’ and i pounded against her. i could feel myself fucking her but here with all our clothes on, with almost no contact, with no wetness other than my mouth on her neck and what we felt under our clothes, hidden away. i was fucking her like this.
‘fuck,’ she yelled out, ‘fuck, yes.’ and she squeezed me against her so tightly. i was on the edge and soon followed, we nearly came at the same time. ‘you are amazing,’ i said to her, ‘i want to do this again.’ she slapped me hard on my ass, laughing, ‘don’t you have to buy me a milkshake first or something?’
i looked at her. i was serious. ‘i want to date you. i want to take you out. i want to write you letters and buy you sodas and sit in the corner booth with my hand on your thigh. i want to make out in the back of the car.’ she kissed me hard on the mouth for a long time. i grabbed at a belt loop on her jeans, ‘let’s make out again.’
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