here goes
This was (for fun) directed towards a male, but I enjoyed writing it too much to not keep SOME record of it... Therefore, here it be. It's only a slight flash of an idea, but it was appreciated at the time:
Imagine you’re on a chair. Suddenly, you notice a sweet scent coming up behind you, and you feel breath on the back of your neck. It makes you shudder with pleasure. You feel soft lips caressing your skin just above the back of the collar of your shirt. You're not even sure who it is, but you know you like it.
(and another)
A bed is in the corner of the room. You're wrestling passionately with a girl, fighting to get closer to each other, tearing at clothes, fierce kisses here and there, and you move together towards the bed, which is filled with laundry fresh and warm out of the dryer. You make it over to the bed and push her down onto it, but since you and she are tangled together, you fall on top of her and continue your struggle, rolling around on the soft, warm clothes, until you hear some buttons pop. You're not sure if they're from shirts or pants, but you're excited by the sound, and you fight the cloth with increased fervor, unable to understand why mere cloth should dare to come between you and she.
Imagine you’re on a chair. Suddenly, you notice a sweet scent coming up behind you, and you feel breath on the back of your neck. It makes you shudder with pleasure. You feel soft lips caressing your skin just above the back of the collar of your shirt. You're not even sure who it is, but you know you like it.
(and another)
A bed is in the corner of the room. You're wrestling passionately with a girl, fighting to get closer to each other, tearing at clothes, fierce kisses here and there, and you move together towards the bed, which is filled with laundry fresh and warm out of the dryer. You make it over to the bed and push her down onto it, but since you and she are tangled together, you fall on top of her and continue your struggle, rolling around on the soft, warm clothes, until you hear some buttons pop. You're not sure if they're from shirts or pants, but you're excited by the sound, and you fight the cloth with increased fervor, unable to understand why mere cloth should dare to come between you and she.