Constantly  

sunshadowcat 44F
8 posts
3/5/2006 10:37 pm

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3/25/2006 5:37 pm

Constantly


I can’t stop thinking of you. The angle of your naked body as you lay there for me and let me watch you. Just the rise and fall of your chest made heat creep across my face, flush over my chest. I saw you, and all I could think of was how your skin with that perfect flesh and bone beneath would feel against my palms, under my fingertips. I wanted to trace every line, slowly, with my fingers. I wanted to run my mouth after them, kiss and suck and lick and run my tongue over your angles and swells and dips and shallows. I imagine still the feeling of your flesh against my tongue as I lick my way down. Your open lips, your jaw line still covered in morning stubble, your neck, your shoulder, your chest, your belly.... And your perfect hardness. I wanted it my hands, my mouth, in me. I want it in my hands, my mouth, in me, now. I sit at the table, watching family eat, and cannot open my mouth for fear they’ll know what I cannot stop thinking. For fear they’ll know how wet I’ve been, how much I’ve wanted you since I saw you, lying there, trusting me, unshy, showing me everything, sharing that moment. I want to show you how much I appreciate it. How much I appreciate your body. How much I want you.

Green_Tea_Boy 51M
1064 posts
3/7/2006 2:14 am

thats one lucky person.....nice thoughts to take to work with me...xxx


sunshadowcat 44F

3/7/2006 4:43 pm

You may take this post, fold it up, place it in your mental back pocket, and take it out to peruse if you happen to start having a bad day.

I aim to please, after all.

I must admit, this isn't a blog so much as a place to post the stories and pieces of writing I can't bring myself to show anywhere else. I've a completely different literary reputation to maintain, after all. This is not my genre, though it could possibly be a much more lucrative one.


Green_Tea_Boy 51M
1064 posts
3/23/2006 9:07 am

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see my post Fecking Tagged...lol


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