All is (now) fair in love

Sorry, I would have updated this a while ago had I know I actually had people following it; and had life been a little calmer.

The day after I posted about our problem we finally talked things out. He admitted he was a little too into his silly computer game and I confessed that my doubts and insecurities had taken hold of me. We are better now, and he has not pushed me away anymore since then. Then life got really crazy. . .

He ended his overnight work schedule the following week. On his last overnight shift he came home and told me about a possible promotion they were offering him. The promotion was great, however the hours sucked really bad so I did not want him to take the promotion. I was not about to tell him not to take it though. Instead I voiced my honest opinion about the two possible positions and told him to decide what he wanted to do. Later that day while he was napping I found out from his coworker that he had taken the promotion. Needless to say I was fuming. He could have at least been a man and told me he was taking it, I thought to myself. When I asked him about it he told me no he had not accepted it, he called work and found out that they just gave it to him regardless. I was still mad that he had to take the position because it really messed with our life together. After a few days he spoke to the assistant manager and informed him that he would be looking for another job because this one was not going to work for us. Apparently the managers like him so much that they decided to start the paperwork to promote him to assistant manager of the store! He came home and we talked about that, I told him I could live with this but there had to be a time frame we were working towards otherwise they might just string him along to keep him working there. Together we decided that they have until the end of Jan to get the paperwork completed and submitted for him to become the assistant manager. Yay! That makes me a lot happier. Now there is at least a light at the end of the tunnel.

Other than that I had some out of town visitors for a week. They just left and now I feel like I can get my life back on track. Life was crazy with all the visitors here. Do not get me wrong, I loved having them here. But trying to entertain and feed an extra three people was just getting to be too much for me. I like my quiet life. My contained life.

On a happier note, something good came from all the rejection he was throwing at me. I went out and purchased Wii Fit a few days ago. Man I did not think you could get so sore from a simple video game!! Wow!! I am working out with the Wii Fit for approximately 2 hours everyday now, today I can barely move lol. But I am determined to make it impossible for him to reject me again.

Well that is about it in a nut-shell. I will post again soon. Lately I have been considering writing more for my first entry on here, that little story thing, I want to see if I can make it into I don't know, something. I have not been able to stop thinking about it since I wrote it so I think that means I need to expand on it. Whatever I add to it will be posted on here. Have fun! Enjoy the warm weather while it lasts!!

Bad night

Last night was a pretty ugly night. I have tried to write this out a few times already and just end up erasing it within two minutes; I can't seem to get the words out of my mind and into this little frame. About the only thing I've kept with all my erasing and rewriting is "last night was a pretty ugly night." I guess I should start at the beginning.

Like most females, I have my insecurities. I know I am not mind blowing beautiful, although I do love my hair. It's a rich coffee brown color with some deep blue streaks. The way the brown and blue contrast it makes my hair appear black. I love my hair. But I digress. I know I'm not mind blowing in any way. No I am more of an average beauty which is fine with me. And I do have a few things that consume more of my attention then they should which cause me to doubt myself. (I am sure having a father who cheats on your mother for the thirteen years of their marriage does nothing positive in quelling my doubts either.) So there you have it, I’m an average looking lady with a few doubts about herself. But I have done a pretty damn good job not letting my doubts rule my life, until last night that is.

All week I have been quite literally throwing myself at him. This is far from typical behavior for me, normal behavior for me is closer to subtlety but I love him and wanted nothing more than to share myself with him all week. Ok so maybe I needed a certain itch scratched too. ;~P Over the past eleven years he has never rejected me though. Whether I made little passes, suggestions, offers, shit I just had to come out of the shower and he would be there asking if I wanted to. And as annoying as that could sometimes be, I love that about him. He is a physical kind of man. But I am afraid something has changed recently. This is not just my normal doubts working me either.

The first time I simply asked him if he wanted a quickie real quick like and he said no, he was not in the mood. Like I normally would do, I tried to persuade him to get in the mood. He just batted my hands away and said no. Fine, I thought to myself, I have turned him down before so I guessed he was entitled to his off day. That happened around ten in the morning. For the rest of the day the ache I felt, to have him next to me, continued to grow stronger until I finally asked him again before he had to get ready for work that night. No he still did not want to. Um have I mentioned yet I like a challenge? Well I do.

All night while he was at work I sent him explicit text messages, telling him I loved and missed him, where I wished he was and how deeply I wanted to feel him within me. I was dozing off by the time he came home from work and I fully expected him to crawl into bed to give me the relief I needed. But he did not do this; he chose to play on his laptop instead of with me. Now we have discussed on many occasions that I do not like him to wake me for sex simply because my insomnia makes it hard enough for me to fall asleep and to have him wake me up – I am up for the rest of the night. Not that my requests have ever stopped him from waking me up before. In any event, I wasn’t too bothered at the time that he didn’t wake me that morning.

Later that day when I woke him up to eat so he could get ready for work I again offered and was denied. At first I attributed it to him being half asleep. That night was lonely and painful for me, not in the sense that my heart was breaking kind of painful. No this was a pain caused from the throbbing ache to have him and being deprived of him for so long. So the next day I decided to take a shower, shave and primp myself up just before having to wake him up. I was planning on locking the door and waking him up with a little skin-to-skin action. As I came out of the bathroom he was already awake and back at his computer game. Sitting there on the bed, putting lotion on my legs, I told him how I was planning on waking him up and he just chuckled and said he was sorry. That was it. No offer to go ahead with my plans, nothing but him clicking away at the game he was so entranced with. The following night I went in to the room and asked him what he was doing, stupid question I know. He said he was getting ready to go and smoke, did I want to join him. I told him no I wanted to have sex before he had to leave for work. He couldn’t turn me down again, could he? What would your response be?

His was “oh I guess we could do that if you really wanted to.” :~O WTF? If I really wanted to? No asshole I didn’t really want to I just asked you that to see what you would say. I mean seriously! WTF! At this point the doubt started to creep in. I had nothing left to say so I just turned and walked back to the living room. He just couldn’t leave it alone though. I think I would have been ok had he not called me back in that clueless manner of his. Returning to the room I repeated his question to me, “what is wrong?! Are you fucking kidding me?” That grabbed his full attention, somehow my response finally deemed me more important then the fucking game he was playing. I think it would have been wiser though, had he not turned back to look at me with his confused facial expression; seeing that expression was the catalyst to my anger. Trying to dispel the frothy bile rising in my throat I explained to him “I have been nearly begging you to have sex with me for almost a week now and you have done nothing but shoot me down. What the hell do you think is wrong? I am sorry but I have to draw the line somewhere and I chose to draw it at begging. If you don’t want to fuck me fine, but I will not beg you for it!” With that I turned around and went back to the living room where I clicked Desperate Housewives back on. As desperately as I tried to avoid it, the dam broke and my tears spewed forth.

I did not want him to see me crying so when he finally came out of the room to go smoke and again asked if I wanted to join him I just stared at the television screen shaking my head no. He went out, smoked, came back in and kissed the top of my head, said he’d be back in the morning and left. No apology, explanation, nothing; he just left. There I sat stewing in my anger, pity and doubt until I could not handle it any longer.

Grabbing my cell I clicked out a message to him asking him one simple thing, just tell me what it was that first attracted him to me. I do not know why I needed to know that, I just had to know. After waiting what felt like three hours I succumbed to my doubts as they gnawed away at me like the waves crashing against the shoreline. This time the text I pushed out was full of the doubt I had inside me. I asked him straight out if he had recently met someone else. There I sat and bawled. A dread has taken hold of me and it won’t let go. He called within a minute to try and reassure me there was no one else; he could not just text me when he was working (which by the way he has done numerous times before). I don’t know what else he said because the sobs were racking my body and I could not stand to hear his angry voice any longer so I snapped the cell shut.

I spent the rest of the night drinking, smoking, stewing and crying. Close to when I knew he would be getting home I jumped into bed so I could at least pretend to be asleep when he got home. I wanted to be alone in my misery. This morning however he came home, showered and decided now he was going to make love to me. I could not believe he chose now to try and take me up on my many offers. Now when I was half asleep, had accused him of meeting someone else, was pissed off and hurt; now he chose to try and screw my brains out.

I DO NOT THINK SO!

You see he claimed he did not wake me that first night because I have told him not to before, when I threw it in his face that that had never stopped him in the past he had no response at all. So for him to come home after everything that had already transpired and try to wake me up for some hankie-panky just made me more mad especially since he could not find it in himself to wake me the other morning. I shoved his hands off my body and told him I was pissed at him, rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. I should have known better. He calmly got out of bed, turned on his laptop and proceeded to play his stupid game.

It is now twelve hours later and we still have not talked about anything. At this point I don’t know what good talking would do. The doubt has me in its grip and won’t let go. I feel like I am waiting for the shoe to drop. It is making me angrier with him and myself. I do not want to stick around and wait to have him shatter my heart to bits, but I cannot just walk away. We have too much invested to just leave.

I want to curl up in a ball on my bed for the rest of my life.

I think the depression might be coming back.

Frustrated

Here it is, another attempt to try and write down my thoughts so I can drift off to sleep: I do not understand why sleeping is such an ordeal for me. The doctor was wondering if maybe it was Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PT SD) or clinical depression that's been causing my insomnia; it's pretty sad when I was hoping it could be that simple. After being up well over 36 hrs I want nothing more than to lay upon my cozy bed and tumble into whatever dreams await me, I even tried just this - gave up on it after laying there for over an hour. She gave me a new script but I can't use them for a few more days. This is just agonizing wanting something so simple and not being able to obtain it. And believe me, it isn't a lack of tiredness. I am tired beyond belief I just can't fall asleep.


Ha ha I am so tired nothing is coming to mind; I would really like to write I just can't think of anything else to say! How pathetic. Thoughts are buzzing around my mind endlessly and yet I can't focus my energy on one specific idea. Hmmm. . .

You know there used to be a time when I would wonder if there really was such a thing as a perfect kiss? I'd kissed plenty of times in my life, and yet I wondered - could there be just one perfect kiss? I'm not meaning in the sense that every other kiss "sucks". No I'm talking about that one kiss burnt forever in your memory; the one that grabs you from the bottom of your toes, wraps around your belly and clings to your heart kind of kiss.

Ha now my thoughts are teeming with random memories of the kisses I've shared. Ohhh here's a very special memory: My first perfect kiss. I probably shouldn't be thinking about this and him. . . Yet I know I'll never erase the memory of that one kiss. What the hell imma succumb to it, for some reason I am supposed to dwell on it. But before I get there let me give you a bit of history.

I was a big flirt back then - way back in the day - not a slut, but I'd definitely done some kissing. Heh first there was the boy with no clue of the fact that he should swallow all the spit in his mouth prior to attempting a kiss (especially when both parties wear braces). God bless his soul, his kiss was sweet and perfect for a "first kiss" - 'specially since we didn't get our braces stuck together. :-P The only problem, I was wiping his spit off my forehead practically. I guess it was nerves as it was the first kiss either of us had shared.

Oh and there was the guy (almost old enough to be my dad) who was eager to kiss the last girl in the family - trust me had I known then that he'd already kissed my (at the time, single) mom and my older sis then the kiss never would have happened. But I was excited to noticed the desire my 13 year old self had created in him (again something I would not have allowed had I known then what I know now) and he was supposedly "all grown and experienced", wanting to show me what I should be "looking for in a kiss". Yes, this man in his early 30's actually told me he'd teach me how the boys should be kissing me since they were just boys and he was a man with plenty of experience under his belt. HA HA (What I never told him: his was the WORST kiss ever!!) His idea of the perfect kiss was compatible with a lizard he he he. His lizard like tongue darted in and out of my mouth, he was stiff lipped and had robotic motions. I don't know why or how but he firmly believed this was perfect kissing. Ick!

Anyway I've digressed, the various boys and kisses lol. They were all fun and enjoyable. However it wasn't until the end of my freshman year that I found my first perfect kiss. For this I need to divulge a bit more info:

So. There was this boy, oh boy was he there. I'd never met someone like him before. He cared about me, wanted to be a part of my life - we'd sit on the phone for hours almost every night just talking about anything and everything. He was cocky and sincere at the same time. Oh and how he could dance. His voice was like butter melting on a warm biscuit, smooth and rich. He held my heart in the palm of his hand; I only wish I would have known then how calloused his hand really was. Foolishly, I "fell in love" with this boy. This was my second big crush (can't forget Mr. Jared in sixth grade lol) but yea, I swore I was in love with this boy before my freshman year even started. And of course we kissed a lot! Kissing him was my favorite pastime back then. Until, that is, the school year came to an end. He was going off to his fathers and didn't want a long distance thing because then he wouldn't have been able to "fully enjoy" himself (wake up 14 yr old me, he just told you his intentions . . . grrrr) obviously I was devastated, heartbroken, and simply put, crushed. Boy was he good; he set it all up too. We had been in the little courtyard by the AFJrROTC classroom talking about his desire to make a clean break until he had returned for the start of the new school year. I don't know if he truly intended to steal my heart forever or if he was simply trying to help ease me out of my misery, but as the tears began to pool in my eyes he walked us to the back of the ROTC room where we were alone. I was struggling hard not to cry and show him how badly he'd just ripped my heart to pieces - even then I was a proud girl and didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how deeply he hurt me. Ah but then, that one lonely tear escaped. . . .

This is the moment; hold your breath - it's gonna get quite detailed. . .

He slid his right arm around my waist and gently pulled me up against him, the warm breeze acted like a blanket - wrapping me in his embrace, trying to keep us secret from the world. His left hand went to my cheek where he wiped my tear away on his thumb; then he tangled his fingers lightly in my hair and ever so slightly pulled my head back. Slowly he bent his face to mine and whispered against my temple that "everything will be perfect once I get back to you." And then it happened. Staring me in the eyes he twisted his head down to meet my parted lips. First he dusted each of my lips with a few feathery kisses, then he firmly pressed his thick lips to mine. (breathe) Smoothly his tongue slid through my lips, softly passed along the ridge of my teeth, slipped in a bit further to lightly caress the roof of my mouth then eased it out to tickled the inside of my lips. All the while my hands lay splayed over his chest, and my hips involuntarily pressed closer to his. As he explored my mouth I massaged his tongue with mine. Occasionally he would suck on my lower lip, teasingly nipping at my lip with his teeth. I could feel him stiffen with the same desire that coursed through my own body, from the bottom of my toes to my tingling scalp. The desire wriggled in my belly, clung to my heart and shot through my hardened nipples.

I am telling you, this was a perfect kiss. There was no extra spit, no lizard tongue darting in and out, no abrasive movements. . . No it was a perfect, weak-kneed, heart thudding in your throat, toe curling kind of kiss. His tongue was soft and explorative; he let me reciprocate the favor. It was a kiss full of unbridled passion!

Damn 16 years later and I can still recall it like it was yesterday. . . So my point in the matter was as I first contemplated the concept of a once in a lifetime perfect kiss I began to get worried - 'specially as that was our last kiss ever. I couldn't live thinking I'd never be kissed in an orgasmic way again. No WAY! So I set out on a mission to find another perfect kiss, I kissed many others and I couldn't find it anywhere. Damn it, I knew what I liked and how I liked it done so why couldn't I find someone else that could kiss me like he did. That thought made me try to explain how I wanted to be kissed. True enough it took some time for me to explain and demonstrate my needs, but yay I finally found a kisser that worked for me. I mean it wasn't "perfect" like his kiss had been but they were pleasureful. Sorry, I know this all sounds snooty when in fact it's quite different.

Hmm ok let me try another way - I know how I want/love to be kissed. I want it to be passion filled, supple lips brushing against each other, tongues tasting and experimenting in each others warm mouths; mix in a quick suck/nibble on a lip here or there and it's perfect. I'd finally reserved myself that it just wasn't meant to happen. Until a few yrs ago, when it happened for the second time.

Really soon after one of the worst tragedies I've known, I began to feel lost. I felt disconnected, alone and like I was swirling out of control. I needed physical contact to bring me back. So I sought out the contact I needed and found it. He wrapped me in his arms and let me crumble to pieces. Then began trying to put me back together again. He gave me the contact I needed, and when I started crying again he did it. (This is how I came to the realization that the perfect kiss does repeat itself regardless of the kisser.) That night I experienced my second perfect, grab me from the bottom of my toes, wrap around my belly, cling to my heart kind of kiss. And now for the secret anatomy of the perfect kiss.

The kiss has to be given completely, from the heart and soul - to the heart and soul. Not only that, it has to happen under some form of duress. And it should be done between lovers. If you've made it this far, wow - you're either a real perv, liking to read about a poor broken-hearted teen, or you really care about me and what I have to say. Lol.

So here it is!

I urge you all to be on the look out as this perfect kiss is elusive. Watch for the signs and signals. Then Carpe Diem!! If you do know what I'm talking about feel free to comment so I don't feel like such a dork. ;~)

Well the random thoughts are becoming harder to come by so I'm hoping that means my mind is shutting off. Time to hopefully sleep. Enjoy your night!

Just a little scene

I actually wrote this longhand last night, by the light of my flickering television with my trusty pen in my little red plaid journal that I keep at my bedside for just this reason. It was after 4 in the morning, the sky was beginning to lighten and sleep still wasn't coming to me. So I decided to write out my thoughts. I am not a professional writer, yet, however occasionally an idea for a short story or plot, anything really, will come to me and I like to capture it on paper should I ever have a use for it later on - just as I love to capture moments in time on film to adorn my walls. Not many have read what I create; I guess that's a fear on my behalf that I'm not good enough, so please be patient and feel free to offer anything you might have on my creative writings. I will signify what's creative and what is factual - but don't let that stop you, comment away. :~) Happy readings, I hope you never experience the misery of insomnia - however if you do you're always welcome here; sweet dreams! Oh and everything in my blog is mine - you may not reprint or copy it with out my permission. Thanks!




Quietly; in the deepest, darkest corner of the seedy establishment, they sat intently studying their hands. So high were the stakes - a pinch of ego, dash of pride, heaping of pleasure and a leap of faith - that she was blissfully ignorant to the comings and goings around them as the minutes slid past. The ever mounting tension was almost palpable.

Her heart was beating so hard it had fallen in time with the sultry music. Both pulsing to the same rhythm, she was no longer certain if it was the music or her heartbeat she felt pounding against her chest. Weak with anticipation, she sheepishly raised her eyes and peeked at him sitting so statuesque, from under her bangs and once again wondered if this was a dream. He sensed her gaze upon him and knew it was time to end their misery. The corner of his mouth twitched up ever so slightly, she was unsure whether she’d actually seen him smirk or if it was the poor lighting and thick smoke trying to trick her until she noticed his hand lowering to the stained, felt covered tabletop. He knew he had her full cooperation as he watched her dark eyes following the descent of his hand, where he gingerly laid his cards on the grimy table. Wanting to claim his prize and knowing how deeply she ached for him to do just that, he waited for her glazed eyes to once again return to his face.

Desire coursed through her body. It started in her thighs and began to rise, penetrating deep within until she felt a hot-white metallic sensation in the very core of her being. The sensation was so overpowering that she was positive it was a conduit linking her desire to his passion. Her stomach knotted itself high in her throat; her entire body felt like it had been turned to liquid from the fervor that took hold of her. Cautiously she raised her eyes from his sturdy hand, where she paused a brief moment at the sight of his solid chest and wondered how his heartbeat would feel pressed against her own. Continuing to raise her eyes she noticed the hollowed spot where his neck merged with his chest and considered how his taut skin would taste on her tongue. Reverently she pulled her eyes away from his throat where they came to rest on his full lips, desire shot through her causing the conduit to spark deep within her body; she desperately wanted to have his lips covering her own – his tongue claiming her hot mouth, caressing her own tongue. He barely noticed her ragged gasp and struggled with himself not to chuckle for he knew this was a big step she was taking and did not want to cause her any reason to shy away from him. Ever so slowly her gaze came to rest on his, she saw the slight flicker of passion dance in the depths of his eyes and knew she would finish this to the end or die from the desire raking through her body. Lazily, he smiled at her, raised his eyebrow and muttered “I believe it’s time you assume the position” as he pushed his chair back from the table.

For the first time all night she nervously became aware of their surroundings. She looked around and was relieved to discover they were secluded in their corner, shrouded by the smoky atmosphere and cloaked with the diffused lighting that she could barely make out any other occupants. Shaking ever so slightly she stood and smoothed her skirt, walked over to his side of the table and leaned against the table as though this was the most common thing to do in her life. Her bare leg brushed his warm thigh and he gingerly opened his fist so the backs of his fingers grazed her smooth skin, causing another spark deep within her. Trying to hide her uncertainty she asked “and how should we do this?” The desire that had been building in her seemed to take control of her as she found herself moving in front of his relaxed body. Smirking at him she turned to face the table, braced her hands on the edge of the tabletop and looked over her shoulder to suggest “we could do it like this, and no one would ever be the wiser or. . .” She turned back to him, the desire burned brightly in her eyes and stole his breath – he had no idea she’d take control so smoothly and found himself wondering if this really was a first for her. As she stepped closer to him, he found his body wound tightly with anticipation, and closer still she came.

For the first time all night he was blissfully ignorant of their surroundings as she came to a stop, straddling his lap; her hair falling freely to frame her face she brought her face a mere inch from his own. He could feel her hot breath against his skin as she softly said “we could do it like this.” As she lowered her body to his he was keenly aware of the moist heat emanating from her. He raised a single eyebrow and questioned “are you sure? This may be more than you bargained for.” Pleasantly surprised he heard her moaned compliance as she shuddered in expectancy and placed his hands on her waist. Her smile reached her eyes and the excitement sparkled in them, softly she said “punish me babe.” This time he couldn't suppress his chuckle as his hands slide lower down her backside, he squeezed her ass with his right hand and felt her shudder. His voice thick with desire he grumbled “you asked for it” as his left hand lifted for a moment only to forcefully return as he spanked her.

Involuntarily her hips rocked with the force and she felt his body tighten with the same craving that raked her own body, causing her thighs to dampen. Her heart jumped and her breath caught in her throat as she eagerly awaited the second smack, yet it didn’t appear that he would oblige. Flustered she tilted her head to the side, lowered her eyes to his bottom lip and asked “is that all?” She knew it was then or never, so she mustered her courage and went in for the kill. He sat there in amazement as she experimentally began to kiss him. Her lips felt soft as they gingerly met his own. Desperate to control his hunger for her he squeezed her ass again which was all the encouragement she needed. Her tongue tenderly passed through his and began to explore his mouth, all too pleased with herself as he began to participate. Enthralled with her kiss and ever dampening heat, he caressed her tongue with his own; passing it through her lips and tracing the line of her teeth. Coming to his senses he tried to end the kiss but she was not having it so she sucked his tongue back into her ready mouth and pushed her hips back into his hand. “To hell with it” he thought as he spanked her ass in concession, again causing her hips to rock with the force of his smack. He hesitated a second as he considered if he was being too rough, her eagerness quickly answered his doubt as she pushed back into his hand again, he raised his hand and decided to follow her lead.

The desire consumed her as she sucked his lower lip and felt that third smack, causing her to bite down on his lip. Shocked by the sudden piercing pain, he pulled away from the kiss so she moved to his neck and began exploring his salty skin. She gently nibbled his earlobe and flicked her tongue over the tender spot right behind his earlobe, kissing a trail down the side of his neck to that hollow spot she’d noticed a few minutes earlier. Enthralled with her kisses on his neck he rolled his head back and pulled her waist down closer to him, neither aware of the cessation in her punishment. Her hands fell from the back of the chair to his shoulders, as she was pushed harder down on his lap her fingers found the tiny buttons keeping his chest from her touch. Making quick work of the buttons she began to entwine her fingers in his chest hair, her hips rocking back and forth of their own accord. His left hand lowered down the side of her thigh until he felt her silky skin beneath his touch. Still tasting his neck, her fingers found his hardened nipples. She playfully pinched and pulled at his nipples; wishing she could feel the roughened pad of his thumb caressing her own nipples. As a final show of doubt he hesitantly caressed her thigh, gently raising it higher and wondering if she would stop him. Instead of stopping him she followed suite. Looking him in the eye she raised her hips a bit and dropped her hands to his waistband. This time it was him that gasped. She threw her head back, laughed and nudged his hand higher under her skirt as she rolled her hips closer to his hand and unbuttoned his jeans. He was as taut as a stretched rubber band. The need to feel her consume him shot throughout his body. Lost in the wave of yearning his head snapped up as he realized his fingers were slick with her wetness and the thin layer of cloth that should have been separating him from her was not there. Feeling his fingers at the verge of entering her throbbing body, she locked her eyes on his, grasped his shaft firmly in her delicate hand and lowered her hips, causing him to enter her. He gripped her thighs to contain his excitement; he definitely wanted this to last as long as possible. She, on the other hand, was beyond control – she’d taken that leap of faith and was rolling her hips with fates rhythm. Digging his fingers into the flesh of her thighs he maintained the eye contact he knew she desperately needed to keep her confidence up. Faster and deeper she plunged him into her body, about to burst with the built up frustration and desire. Clinging to his shoulders for support she frantically rocked them to the brink of explosion.

Ooops sorry I removed the last paragraph. I am using it in the follow up post. As it comes along I will post the updates, please be patient.

ETA: This is a creative writing