Mitigating Circumstances, Pt.3
I hadn't intended mature subject matter to appear much in this blog, but I may just have to explore certain erotic aspects of my imagination. This is an impromptu warning/disclaimer that if you are under age leave.
Read part I
Read part II
part III...
It was like sinking into a deep warm ocean, just like she always imagined it would feel to be held by him. When he held out his arms, she didn't question his gesture she just went. He understood; he always did.
Why did this have to be wrong? When they first met, he asked her if people would buy the story of star-crossed lovers today. She told him she wouldn't. What circumstances could possibly make two people who loved each other remain apart willingly without seeming cliché or parody? Irony can be so cruel.
His white tee shirt smelled like Tide, fresh from the laundry. She imagined him pulling it right from the dryer and shoving in a duffle bag for this spur of the moment journey. Bare feet had caught her attention when she entered the room. Never had she thought feet sexy, but the sight of his sticking out from the end of his blue jeans made her melt into a puddle of goo. Tension threatened to pluck her from the waves of comfort, but she inhaled deeply, and when she blew it out it heated the cotton fabric in front of her face. She felt him shrug it off, and shifted his arms so that he was now more comfortable on his back and her neck nestled in the crook of his shoulder. Together their chests rose and fell in synchronicity.
His fingers were making lazy circles across the soft cotton of her tank. She focused on the feeling and drifted away with them; patterns appearing in her head as he drew them, like she was a living doodle-pad. When his finger slipped off the shirt and across her bare shoulder a shiver passed through her and he hesitated. His hand hovered then slid a safe distance between her shoulder blades.
She took her own hand and placed it flat on his chest while she nuzzled her face against him more. If she could crawl inside him she would. Then she would make time stop. She began to stroke along his collar bone and traced his jaw line with her fingertip. She felt his heart quicken under her cheek. Was she being unfair? He came to her, after all. He'd never let them get this close before. As if he read her thoughts he rolled to face her more, gathering her tightly and bending his head low against hers. She could feel the intent of his desire pressed against her. Her name whispered like a butterfly's wings flew warm on a breath near her ear, and passed through her body, melting every bone and vessel, setting her core on fire. If he didn't kiss her immediately she was going to explode.
Her wish was granted.
TBC.
Read part I
Read part II
part III...
It was like sinking into a deep warm ocean, just like she always imagined it would feel to be held by him. When he held out his arms, she didn't question his gesture she just went. He understood; he always did.
Why did this have to be wrong? When they first met, he asked her if people would buy the story of star-crossed lovers today. She told him she wouldn't. What circumstances could possibly make two people who loved each other remain apart willingly without seeming cliché or parody? Irony can be so cruel.
His white tee shirt smelled like Tide, fresh from the laundry. She imagined him pulling it right from the dryer and shoving in a duffle bag for this spur of the moment journey. Bare feet had caught her attention when she entered the room. Never had she thought feet sexy, but the sight of his sticking out from the end of his blue jeans made her melt into a puddle of goo. Tension threatened to pluck her from the waves of comfort, but she inhaled deeply, and when she blew it out it heated the cotton fabric in front of her face. She felt him shrug it off, and shifted his arms so that he was now more comfortable on his back and her neck nestled in the crook of his shoulder. Together their chests rose and fell in synchronicity.
His fingers were making lazy circles across the soft cotton of her tank. She focused on the feeling and drifted away with them; patterns appearing in her head as he drew them, like she was a living doodle-pad. When his finger slipped off the shirt and across her bare shoulder a shiver passed through her and he hesitated. His hand hovered then slid a safe distance between her shoulder blades.
She took her own hand and placed it flat on his chest while she nuzzled her face against him more. If she could crawl inside him she would. Then she would make time stop. She began to stroke along his collar bone and traced his jaw line with her fingertip. She felt his heart quicken under her cheek. Was she being unfair? He came to her, after all. He'd never let them get this close before. As if he read her thoughts he rolled to face her more, gathering her tightly and bending his head low against hers. She could feel the intent of his desire pressed against her. Her name whispered like a butterfly's wings flew warm on a breath near her ear, and passed through her body, melting every bone and vessel, setting her core on fire. If he didn't kiss her immediately she was going to explode.
Her wish was granted.
TBC.
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