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44phoenix · 01-04-2009, 03:11 PM

She stood in the kitchen in the same place as before, watching the wind blow through the trees, lost in her thoughts. It had only been a few days, but she still wasn't sure. Did she really do it? It wasn't possible. Girls like her didn't do that. She couldn't quite describe what she was feeling. Her heart raced against her chest as if she were riding a roller coaster, and then again, maybe she was. The memory was still vivid...

She went through the usual motions of washing dishes and wondering what to make for dinner. Now that she was alone, dinner created a nightly challenge. As she rinsed her glass, she began to think of him. She wasn't use to having thoughts like this. Good girls don't fantasize about men! Nevertheless, she couldn't stop thinking about him. She could visualize his bald head and her hands rubbing it even though it wasn't what she really wanted to touch. As she thought of him, she took in every detail. The tattoo that decorated the back of his neck, the ones on his arms, and the large one on his leg. Through his shirt she could see the pierced nipples she longed to touch and felt a fire ignite between her legs. Her bare nipples tingled as her shirt moved across them. Inhaling deeply, she closed her eyes...

His voice was gentle as was his touch, his breath against her neck, his hands wrapping around her waist. She held her breath waiting for what was next. His right hand slowly moved down her hip to her thigh while the left hand held her in place. His mouth found the inviting curve of her neck. Using his tongue, he traced the curve from the base of her neck to her ear where he softly took her lobe into his mouth. Her body trembled under his touch. What was she doing? They were friends! How could they do this? Then his right hand moved under her shirt. Cupping her right breast, he pinched her erect nipple as she arched her back toward him. She turned her head and their mouths met. It was the first long, deep kiss she'd had in years. The feel of his tongue in her mouth caused her to give into her desires....

01-04-2009, 03:11 PM	#1 (permalink)
44phoenix Upright Location: Texas	The Memory She stood in the kitchen in the same place as before, watching the wind blow through the trees, lost in her thoughts. It had only been a few days, but she still wasn't sure. Did she really do it? It wasn't possible. Girls like her didn't do that. She couldn't quite describe what she was feeling. Her heart raced against her chest as if she were riding a roller coaster, and then again, maybe she was. The memory was still vivid... She went through the usual motions of washing dishes and wondering what to make for dinner. Now that she was alone, dinner created a nightly challenge. As she rinsed her glass, she began to think of him. She wasn't use to having thoughts like this. Good girls don't fantasize about men! Nevertheless, she couldn't stop thinking about him. She could visualize his bald head and her hands rubbing it even though it wasn't what she really wanted to touch. As she thought of him, she took in every detail. The tattoo that decorated the back of his neck, the ones on his arms, and the large one on his leg. Through his shirt she could see the pierced nipples she longed to touch and felt a fire ignite between her legs. Her bare nipples tingled as her shirt moved across them. Inhaling deeply, she closed her eyes... His voice was gentle as was his touch, his breath against her neck, his hands wrapping around her waist. She held her breath waiting for what was next. His right hand slowly moved down her hip to her thigh while the left hand held her in place. His mouth found the inviting curve of her neck. Using his tongue, he traced the curve from the base of her neck to her ear where he softly took her lobe into his mouth. Her body trembled under his touch. What was she doing? They were friends! How could they do this? Then his right hand moved under her shirt. Cupping her right breast, he pinched her erect nipple as she arched her back toward him. She turned her head and their mouths met. It was the first long, deep kiss she'd had in years. The feel of his tongue in her mouth caused her to give into her desires....