Her - Part I
Friday, August 31, 2007
I smiled inwardly, remembering how highly aroused I had been. How my attraction to her had taken me by surprise; I hadn’t expected to bed her and I certainly hadn’t expected to want to bed her so very much. But her description of all the things she was going to do to me, directed into my ear via a soft whisper, combined with a firm hand on my thigh, had made me yearn for her to be inside me.
Somehow, after hours of non-sexual conversation, the dynamic had radically changed. Before I could analyze how, or why it had, her lips were on mine; my hands were traversing the brief expanse of naked skin between her shirt and her jeans; and her fingertips were drawing small circles along the back of my neck. We both sat there, wanting, and it was no longer a question of if we would get naked, but when.
To be Cont.
Somehow, after hours of non-sexual conversation, the dynamic had radically changed. Before I could analyze how, or why it had, her lips were on mine; my hands were traversing the brief expanse of naked skin between her shirt and her jeans; and her fingertips were drawing small circles along the back of my neck. We both sat there, wanting, and it was no longer a question of if we would get naked, but when.
To be Cont.
wtf???