vic450
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A voice gently whispers into your ears the desires you share. Teh desires you feel coursing through your being. Fingers caress lightly along the skin of your neck. Then lips touch your skin and your desires are magnified by the touch, the connection of those lips are almost electrifying. You turn, reluctantly, not wanting to break that connection but the need to feel your lips against their lips is strong. The fingers transforms into a gentle hand that cups your neck. Your eyes lock and the fiery passion you feel is reflected off the eyes staring back. The moment in time that your eyes lock is an eternity of unfullfilled passion which tears through you as you suddenly find your lips against the other pair.
Your eyes close as your lips open. Your hands move, pulling them closer to you. Their hand continues to cup your neck, moving behind to support your head as their passion pushes against your lips. Your mouths open, your tongues explore. The heat of your bodies press against one another. You find your hands on their bottom. You feel their free hand stroking your hip...
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I really have nothing to say or ask. I am sitting here thinking on where to go next with my stories, reading posts on this part of Lit and trying to decide whether people will write back if I post something when I should be really getting ready for bed and work in a few hours. And yet I felt a strong desire to say something. I guess this would be my (almost) silent shout into the dark that you sometimes feel the need to do. A footnote really. To myself that I do exist in this vast space filled with so many -- and yet here I am alone writing about intimate encounters. An experience of sharing. Of being... not alone.
Here's to hope.
(And no, not hope as in a person or character. heh.
)
Be well.
Your eyes close as your lips open. Your hands move, pulling them closer to you. Their hand continues to cup your neck, moving behind to support your head as their passion pushes against your lips. Your mouths open, your tongues explore. The heat of your bodies press against one another. You find your hands on their bottom. You feel their free hand stroking your hip...
---
I really have nothing to say or ask. I am sitting here thinking on where to go next with my stories, reading posts on this part of Lit and trying to decide whether people will write back if I post something when I should be really getting ready for bed and work in a few hours. And yet I felt a strong desire to say something. I guess this would be my (almost) silent shout into the dark that you sometimes feel the need to do. A footnote really. To myself that I do exist in this vast space filled with so many -- and yet here I am alone writing about intimate encounters. An experience of sharing. Of being... not alone.
Here's to hope.
(And no, not hope as in a person or character. heh.
)Be well.
