“The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?” ― Percy Bysshe Shelley She squeezes in close against me, cheek to my cheek, arm extended, our grins mirrored back to us in the phone’s camera. She laughs and says “Say penis!” instead of…
Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.
Emerging from the subway to the rainy street, she popped her umbrella open and proceeded across the street and down the block. The dull grey of the day made the warm amber glow of the coffee shop all the more inviting and seeing him sitting near the back on a worn velvet sofa, reading the…
When he’s straddling my lap
She’s laying with her head on my chest, cheek turned against my sternum, fingertips dragging slowly up and down my ribs, over and over. It’s nearly 3am and we’ve been going at it since 11,
Kissing and talking is how it always starts, isn’t it? He starts undressing me and touching between my legs. I’m getting wet fast and with his left hand on the middle of my chest he kneels over me.