kissing...
'Innocent friction... Boys and girls are stealing my oxygen.' Dead Goon Mr Bungle
God, I love this song... mmmmm...
Okay, so I don't know what we were playing, but you win, and demand I kiss your mouth... I push you back and straddle you... Your lap is hard as it can only be in a dream... It fills the gulf between my legs like a tailored saddle; my cunt's cupped hot against you. I breathe against your neck and push my weight into your crotch, my body encouraging yours with slow and heavy oscillations. I whisper-lick along your jaw: 'You like that, dontcha, darlin'?' Your response is to grab me round the waist and and push my hips down into you, as you buck between my legs. The pressure on my swollen clit is literally breathtaking. And overwhelmed, I laugh. And I throw my head back and giggle til I growl til I groan til I gasp: 'Oh god... Are we still going to kiss?' You moan into my long, stretched neck and mumble...something. I briefly focus; eyes open, ears alert, head erect... Only to catch a glimpse of a long, thick, paint-stained forefinger as it brushes a long stroke from my temple to my chin... I lose myself to you again as that finger trails vaguely down my sternum... Your other hand grabs the scruff of my neck, and a handful of what’s left of my hair. Your fingers tighten to a fist, and I arch back, leaning into your light pull.
My thighs tense around yours, bracing my shifting weight; my torso laying back, my shoulders on your knees, stomach stretched and raised in a long curve; my groin still glued to yours. I give you open access to my front... I squeeze my folded legs either side of yours... and click my tongue in encouragement. And I am almost roused awake by the strong memory of urging my horse over a jump, with a click and a grip... I am momentarily leaning over that strong neck, carried away by the formidable body below me as we work together, racing toward our goal. I reach for your arms and take your wrists, thinking them reins til their thickness and strong tendons flex against my palms. I open my eyes, and I am upright in your lap, chin lifted, staring down my nose at you, acknowledging your eyes with a growl, and grounding myself by planting your hands on my chest. And my eyes drop and dissect you with my stare, studying every cell, follicle, flinch and pulse...
Overwhelmed, my heart thrashes within, my breast held firm in your hand, your hand sandwiched under mine. We hold that tit, and as your free, paint-splattered hand wanders over me. I can see you were unprepared for how small I really am: delicate clavicle; fine-boned and cagey chest; eager, perked breasts with flaming nipples resplendent... long, sunken abdomen; my protruding hip bones standing out like handles... How fragile am I? You stroke me in long lines, traverse me with a fingertip, draw pictures with my goosebumped flesh... And you enjoy doing it slowly. I writhe, whimper, beg with a buck. But you put a finger in my mouth, and shush me gently, and resume your slow, painful caress. I tongue and suck your finger, working it like it's your cock; gurgling growled spit around it, my mouth filling with saliva, so desperately hungry I am for you. And my cunt explodes moisture too, my pores release sweat. Oh, honey... you are getting me... and I'm getting you: I hear it in the music of your breath; I smell it in your rich, ethereal snuff-sweat; I see it in the the clench of your chest. And when I look in your eyes, I know you know.
You meet my eye, smile and take your finger from my mouth. You trace my dripping saliva around my lips, and make a path down my raised neck, and down my bony sternum. My skin explodes in goose bumps, my nipples so hard they ache. My breasts swell a cup size as they try to reach your hands. 'Please...' I pant. 'Please!'
You keep heading down, and I swoon, eyes rolling closed in an rumbling moan. In the blur of my brain I have to wonder if you really can have such soft, yet intense contact or if my anticipation makes me imagine your touch... Then you pass my belly button, take a left toward my hip and hit a ticklish spot. I'm back. I shriek, jerk and tighten my legs around you, laughing... I giggle to grinning and look into your eyes... You’re so fucking gorgeous... so damn stunning. And yes, you’re still touching me, and I feel you... But I am so deep in your eyes now... I know nothing but the eternity of Us. Then your finger slides smoothly inside me and I take a sharp breath and hold it... A bolt of pure adrenalized heat shoots from my pelvis up into my throat and forces forth a groan the likes of which I’ve never made. It's a voice I never knew I owned...
Please...? Can we kiss now?
'Sex, there’s no such thing. All that’s left is laughing, choking, laughing...' Dead Goon Mr Bungle
God, I love this song... mmmmm...
Okay, so I don't know what we were playing, but you win, and demand I kiss your mouth... I push you back and straddle you... Your lap is hard as it can only be in a dream... It fills the gulf between my legs like a tailored saddle; my cunt's cupped hot against you. I breathe against your neck and push my weight into your crotch, my body encouraging yours with slow and heavy oscillations. I whisper-lick along your jaw: 'You like that, dontcha, darlin'?' Your response is to grab me round the waist and and push my hips down into you, as you buck between my legs. The pressure on my swollen clit is literally breathtaking. And overwhelmed, I laugh. And I throw my head back and giggle til I growl til I groan til I gasp: 'Oh god... Are we still going to kiss?' You moan into my long, stretched neck and mumble...something. I briefly focus; eyes open, ears alert, head erect... Only to catch a glimpse of a long, thick, paint-stained forefinger as it brushes a long stroke from my temple to my chin... I lose myself to you again as that finger trails vaguely down my sternum... Your other hand grabs the scruff of my neck, and a handful of what’s left of my hair. Your fingers tighten to a fist, and I arch back, leaning into your light pull.
My thighs tense around yours, bracing my shifting weight; my torso laying back, my shoulders on your knees, stomach stretched and raised in a long curve; my groin still glued to yours. I give you open access to my front... I squeeze my folded legs either side of yours... and click my tongue in encouragement. And I am almost roused awake by the strong memory of urging my horse over a jump, with a click and a grip... I am momentarily leaning over that strong neck, carried away by the formidable body below me as we work together, racing toward our goal. I reach for your arms and take your wrists, thinking them reins til their thickness and strong tendons flex against my palms. I open my eyes, and I am upright in your lap, chin lifted, staring down my nose at you, acknowledging your eyes with a growl, and grounding myself by planting your hands on my chest. And my eyes drop and dissect you with my stare, studying every cell, follicle, flinch and pulse...
Overwhelmed, my heart thrashes within, my breast held firm in your hand, your hand sandwiched under mine. We hold that tit, and as your free, paint-splattered hand wanders over me. I can see you were unprepared for how small I really am: delicate clavicle; fine-boned and cagey chest; eager, perked breasts with flaming nipples resplendent... long, sunken abdomen; my protruding hip bones standing out like handles... How fragile am I? You stroke me in long lines, traverse me with a fingertip, draw pictures with my goosebumped flesh... And you enjoy doing it slowly. I writhe, whimper, beg with a buck. But you put a finger in my mouth, and shush me gently, and resume your slow, painful caress. I tongue and suck your finger, working it like it's your cock; gurgling growled spit around it, my mouth filling with saliva, so desperately hungry I am for you. And my cunt explodes moisture too, my pores release sweat. Oh, honey... you are getting me... and I'm getting you: I hear it in the music of your breath; I smell it in your rich, ethereal snuff-sweat; I see it in the the clench of your chest. And when I look in your eyes, I know you know.
You meet my eye, smile and take your finger from my mouth. You trace my dripping saliva around my lips, and make a path down my raised neck, and down my bony sternum. My skin explodes in goose bumps, my nipples so hard they ache. My breasts swell a cup size as they try to reach your hands. 'Please...' I pant. 'Please!'
You keep heading down, and I swoon, eyes rolling closed in an rumbling moan. In the blur of my brain I have to wonder if you really can have such soft, yet intense contact or if my anticipation makes me imagine your touch... Then you pass my belly button, take a left toward my hip and hit a ticklish spot. I'm back. I shriek, jerk and tighten my legs around you, laughing... I giggle to grinning and look into your eyes... You’re so fucking gorgeous... so damn stunning. And yes, you’re still touching me, and I feel you... But I am so deep in your eyes now... I know nothing but the eternity of Us. Then your finger slides smoothly inside me and I take a sharp breath and hold it... A bolt of pure adrenalized heat shoots from my pelvis up into my throat and forces forth a groan the likes of which I’ve never made. It's a voice I never knew I owned...
Please...? Can we kiss now?
'Sex, there’s no such thing. All that’s left is laughing, choking, laughing...' Dead Goon Mr Bungle