We hook up in this bar and you spend a lot of time trying to talk to me about emotions and my behaviour and here I am thinking, that I've got just about no idea what I can say here to get you into bed with me.
You've got my knee clenched between your thighs. I can feel the firmness of the muscle and Im fantasising about the heat and the smell of your cunt. You keep leaning in to talk to me and my skin fizzles when your cheek brushes against mine.
You've got new tattoos on your right arm, girls with long swirling hair. I can feel the rise of the fresh ink while I run my finger tips up and down your skin.
It takes me a while of pretending I'm listening with depth and understanding and then you start telling me I'm beautiful and hot and blah blah blah and I'm still just thinking about your flesh and how it looks under your clothes and how it's going to mark when I bite into it, come and spit and mess leaking from your eager holes... But I digress...
We kiss for a long time, brushing noses and lips, touching skin, squeezing flesh, I stroke your neck, your skin is soft and I'm feeling desperate to fuck, I'm pulsing in my jeans and I'm aching and I feel sick in the pit of my stomach and I want you so badly.
I invite you home, but youre staying with a friend and I get sick of the anticipation so I make my excuses and leave
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