247.) days go by but there isn't one where i don't think of you
original drabble; beyond our desires lies another afternoon; r
she stares at his lips first. they seemed to curve in the opposite direction, flashing a warning signal to all who heed it. they give off that feel, and she's pretty sure that if she were to touch them, they would be cool, smooth, tiny wrinkles hanging by the balance. the hair is dark brown, the light bouncing off it carelessly as he ruffles it while swaying his body. her eyes scan his nose- so delicate, yet so natural. the nostrils flare occasionally as he talks, his eyes drifting from one end to the other. the cheeks flush when he get emotional, and yet there are barely any wrinkles when he smiles. he's young, she thinks, too young, the age where men think they can take on the world hand by hand without crafting anything out of pure work. the selfish, seamless gaze doesn't seem to bend, as it slowly moves on from one person to another, and finally lean on hers. she feels her heart starting to resist the need to beat faster, until the feeling of a cool metal pen in her slippery grasp starts to harden. a raspy sigh escapes from her dry mouth, and she immediately looks down again at the blank yawning paper stretching out forever beneath her. as he slides toward the door, his hand grazes her thigh, and immediately she feels aroused. the touch is small, distant, but nevertheless a sign, of something coming, like the calm before the storm.
except she's excited for it.
she hesitates, but pushes the chair behind her as she follows him into the next room. each stride is incomparable-long, yet graceful. he stops to greet the ladies, occasional hellos, and handshakes, but his aura radiates strongly, giving a superior light. she keeps her distance, afraid of making a scene, or causing a dilemma. it's happened before, many times. always the klutz, her friends would call her. but she'd sigh and say i'll get one next time, and you'll all be jealous.
how right she was.
his hand curls around the strap of her bra. there's a murmur of soft words, saying she's beautiful and that she would'nt want to waste a night alone. his hand moves down to clasp her breast as his lips slide to the base of her neck. she moans, forgetting the debt, and the call from the bank. she forgets her flight ticket needs to be canceled. that she could spend a little more money on that insurance. that her husband must be frantically trying to reach her-she forgets it all, with one tiny kiss here and there. her hands unconciously move toward the belt, as it slips off and falls gracefully to the floor. time seems to have been erased. there is no concept of it, that exists as she fingers his cock desperately, her hands all over his warm body. six pack abs, she thinks, and he must be some kind of weight-lifter. the muscles ripple like water,and he slides in back and forth, trying to take all of her. her tougue rolls into his, his bottom lip brushing hers. another moan, and a crash is unspoken. her thighs ache and stick, but all she asks is that he gives her what she deserves. she doesn't think of an answer as he says that she should stay another night. the truth is, there isn't one.
shameful, how a peek can get to a woman.
just clumsy writing, lol, i felt in the mood to write a sex!fic after so long. :D
and i changed my layout again...but it'll keep going back and forth between this one and the other cause i can't decide which one is better (what do you think, my layout master flist?) :D i'm so indecisive it hurts!
she stares at his lips first. they seemed to curve in the opposite direction, flashing a warning signal to all who heed it. they give off that feel, and she's pretty sure that if she were to touch them, they would be cool, smooth, tiny wrinkles hanging by the balance. the hair is dark brown, the light bouncing off it carelessly as he ruffles it while swaying his body. her eyes scan his nose- so delicate, yet so natural. the nostrils flare occasionally as he talks, his eyes drifting from one end to the other. the cheeks flush when he get emotional, and yet there are barely any wrinkles when he smiles. he's young, she thinks, too young, the age where men think they can take on the world hand by hand without crafting anything out of pure work. the selfish, seamless gaze doesn't seem to bend, as it slowly moves on from one person to another, and finally lean on hers. she feels her heart starting to resist the need to beat faster, until the feeling of a cool metal pen in her slippery grasp starts to harden. a raspy sigh escapes from her dry mouth, and she immediately looks down again at the blank yawning paper stretching out forever beneath her. as he slides toward the door, his hand grazes her thigh, and immediately she feels aroused. the touch is small, distant, but nevertheless a sign, of something coming, like the calm before the storm.
except she's excited for it.
she hesitates, but pushes the chair behind her as she follows him into the next room. each stride is incomparable-long, yet graceful. he stops to greet the ladies, occasional hellos, and handshakes, but his aura radiates strongly, giving a superior light. she keeps her distance, afraid of making a scene, or causing a dilemma. it's happened before, many times. always the klutz, her friends would call her. but she'd sigh and say i'll get one next time, and you'll all be jealous.
how right she was.
his hand curls around the strap of her bra. there's a murmur of soft words, saying she's beautiful and that she would'nt want to waste a night alone. his hand moves down to clasp her breast as his lips slide to the base of her neck. she moans, forgetting the debt, and the call from the bank. she forgets her flight ticket needs to be canceled. that she could spend a little more money on that insurance. that her husband must be frantically trying to reach her-she forgets it all, with one tiny kiss here and there. her hands unconciously move toward the belt, as it slips off and falls gracefully to the floor. time seems to have been erased. there is no concept of it, that exists as she fingers his cock desperately, her hands all over his warm body. six pack abs, she thinks, and he must be some kind of weight-lifter. the muscles ripple like water,and he slides in back and forth, trying to take all of her. her tougue rolls into his, his bottom lip brushing hers. another moan, and a crash is unspoken. her thighs ache and stick, but all she asks is that he gives her what she deserves. she doesn't think of an answer as he says that she should stay another night. the truth is, there isn't one.
shameful, how a peek can get to a woman.
just clumsy writing, lol, i felt in the mood to write a sex!fic after so long. :D
and i changed my layout again...but it'll keep going back and forth between this one and the other cause i can't decide which one is better (what do you think, my layout master flist?) :D i'm so indecisive it hurts!