CoCoCalamari
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- Apr 9, 2004
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She was so close I could smell her. A sort of sweaty, sweet musk that seemed to carry a sexual charge across the space between us. Shoulder-length, mahogany hair with golden highlights was tucked behind her ears, yet a few strands fell modestly over her forehead. It was like a static, meandering waterfall of liquid gold. Her eyes were like great tropical oceans of varying hues of blue and green, complete with the glimmers of passing shoals of chromescent fish. Her skin was a tone like the bronze sands, glittering under the sun. And like the sun, she was the most illuminating, most warming and beautiful thing I had ever seen.
She had the body of a Greek goddess, almost quite literally. A quite athletic, slim, hourglass figure, with a medium, yet prominent bust, subtle curves, and a behind one would commit genocide to sleep on. Her facial expression was without a hint of disdain and her eyes gave an almost omniscient impression. Her lips might as well have been caramel, and her smile enveloped the beholder in warmth, creating minute, and infinitely cute dimples in her cheeks.
I could see in her eyes a kind of tortured longing for something. Her lips were shifting ever so slightly, tantalisingly. I felt so helpless, hypnotised, as if this most angelic, most gorgeous of girls held my will in the palm of her hand.
Our eyes were locked. Slowly she crawled toward me across the bed we were sitting on. I felt a rumbling surge below my belt as it raised to a full salute. I could see she was dressed in nothing but a t-shirt and panties. Closer...her hand crept onto mine, behind me, and around my waist. Her heavenly face moved towards mine. Her eyes glanced down at my lips, and I felt her breath on my face. Eyes up to lock again with mine.... Her other hand touched mine, and brushed up my arm to snake over my shoulder and around my neck. Her eyes closed as she moved in. I closed mine; and we were swept off our feet in a great, blissful tsunami.
Sweeter than nectar, viscous like syrup and as warm as a roaring hearth, her soft, moist lips touched mine. Gently she sucked, savouring the taste, as did I. I barely noticed her arms wrap around me, nor my own around her compact frame, as our bodies melted into each others’. Slowly, we sank down, lips still connected, to lie on the bed. Like vines we intertwine, our legs slowly brushing up against one anothers’, wrapping, cuddling like our arms and lips.
As we broke off our first kiss, the feeling was sweeter than anything I had ever felt before, as the soft, wet vibrations carried through our lips, creating a tiny smooching sound. Immediately her lips had enveloped mine, and I felt her delicious tongue venture into my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around hers, licking her as softly as we kissed. Erotically, she emitted a low and blissful moan, which sent ripples though my entire being before collecting in my loins. Again we broke off, and kissed again, and again, slowly shifting position on the bed. It was the very definition of heaven on earth. My heart didn’t need to race: it had what it had always wanted, and beat but in a steady rhythm, seemingly in time with our slow, snaking movements.
My mortal words could not in aeons hope to convey just how much I adored this girl. And I knew deep in the core of my soul, that she loved me too.
“....sunny spells with a high of.......
........listening to Cosmic 103.3 fm, and the time is eight thirty.”
Oh shit...
*
My name is Stephen. I’m eighteen, and in my second year at art college. I do pretty much everything: visual arts, drama, and I play the guitar, piano and kazoo. I also learn Wing Chun kung fu at a little dojo in town with a couple of my friends, as well as European fencing. I’m largely a quiet person, modest to a degree, although I love to converse and socialise. I never really considered myself a stud, with my plain blond parted hair and dark brown eyes, not to mention a fairly scrawny build. It’s not that I’m shy...alright I am a bit...I just like to time things right before breaking my silence.
It’s in my drama class, and fencing classes on weekends when I see her. Her name is Mamie, or Mames to her friends. We often talk as ordinary friends and classmates do, but that’s as far as it went. Until one day, when both our beans were simultaneously spilled....
*
The sun shone like there was no tomorrow for it, as I was driving one morning to college from my parents house, where I had spent a few days with them. I drive a little blue Mini Clubman 1300. The sky was a bright blue, and the traffic was placid and sparse. A very pleasant start to a new semester.
Upon arriving on campus, I decided to go to my dorm room for the hour before fine arts class. I remember walking down that quiet corridor – I was very early that morning – probably better than any other day in my life. I could see at the far end Mamie was waving off a few of her friends as they went to their room, before she was going to hers. Keeping my eyes to the floor until she was a few metres away we walked toward one another, before I looked up to say hi...
She had the body of a Greek goddess, almost quite literally. A quite athletic, slim, hourglass figure, with a medium, yet prominent bust, subtle curves, and a behind one would commit genocide to sleep on. Her facial expression was without a hint of disdain and her eyes gave an almost omniscient impression. Her lips might as well have been caramel, and her smile enveloped the beholder in warmth, creating minute, and infinitely cute dimples in her cheeks.
I could see in her eyes a kind of tortured longing for something. Her lips were shifting ever so slightly, tantalisingly. I felt so helpless, hypnotised, as if this most angelic, most gorgeous of girls held my will in the palm of her hand.
Our eyes were locked. Slowly she crawled toward me across the bed we were sitting on. I felt a rumbling surge below my belt as it raised to a full salute. I could see she was dressed in nothing but a t-shirt and panties. Closer...her hand crept onto mine, behind me, and around my waist. Her heavenly face moved towards mine. Her eyes glanced down at my lips, and I felt her breath on my face. Eyes up to lock again with mine.... Her other hand touched mine, and brushed up my arm to snake over my shoulder and around my neck. Her eyes closed as she moved in. I closed mine; and we were swept off our feet in a great, blissful tsunami.
Sweeter than nectar, viscous like syrup and as warm as a roaring hearth, her soft, moist lips touched mine. Gently she sucked, savouring the taste, as did I. I barely noticed her arms wrap around me, nor my own around her compact frame, as our bodies melted into each others’. Slowly, we sank down, lips still connected, to lie on the bed. Like vines we intertwine, our legs slowly brushing up against one anothers’, wrapping, cuddling like our arms and lips.
As we broke off our first kiss, the feeling was sweeter than anything I had ever felt before, as the soft, wet vibrations carried through our lips, creating a tiny smooching sound. Immediately her lips had enveloped mine, and I felt her delicious tongue venture into my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around hers, licking her as softly as we kissed. Erotically, she emitted a low and blissful moan, which sent ripples though my entire being before collecting in my loins. Again we broke off, and kissed again, and again, slowly shifting position on the bed. It was the very definition of heaven on earth. My heart didn’t need to race: it had what it had always wanted, and beat but in a steady rhythm, seemingly in time with our slow, snaking movements.
My mortal words could not in aeons hope to convey just how much I adored this girl. And I knew deep in the core of my soul, that she loved me too.
“....sunny spells with a high of.......
........listening to Cosmic 103.3 fm, and the time is eight thirty.”
Oh shit...
*
My name is Stephen. I’m eighteen, and in my second year at art college. I do pretty much everything: visual arts, drama, and I play the guitar, piano and kazoo. I also learn Wing Chun kung fu at a little dojo in town with a couple of my friends, as well as European fencing. I’m largely a quiet person, modest to a degree, although I love to converse and socialise. I never really considered myself a stud, with my plain blond parted hair and dark brown eyes, not to mention a fairly scrawny build. It’s not that I’m shy...alright I am a bit...I just like to time things right before breaking my silence.
It’s in my drama class, and fencing classes on weekends when I see her. Her name is Mamie, or Mames to her friends. We often talk as ordinary friends and classmates do, but that’s as far as it went. Until one day, when both our beans were simultaneously spilled....
*
The sun shone like there was no tomorrow for it, as I was driving one morning to college from my parents house, where I had spent a few days with them. I drive a little blue Mini Clubman 1300. The sky was a bright blue, and the traffic was placid and sparse. A very pleasant start to a new semester.
Upon arriving on campus, I decided to go to my dorm room for the hour before fine arts class. I remember walking down that quiet corridor – I was very early that morning – probably better than any other day in my life. I could see at the far end Mamie was waving off a few of her friends as they went to their room, before she was going to hers. Keeping my eyes to the floor until she was a few metres away we walked toward one another, before I looked up to say hi...
