Is it lust?
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
635
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Is it lust?
It was only lust. Healing the sedated lust.Thats all it was. We were innocent. No crime was being committed.
The vodka swam through my veins and fueled my need to touch and grab. It burned and pulsed, speeding my heart up,making lonliness no option My breath was shallow and poured all over his neck. My hands grabbed and scraped at the flesh under his shirt. His fingers gripped teasingly behind my waist. I practically bit his neck open, swarming it with drunken affection. My vision was blurred, like the scene was a dream. After minutes, maybe years of kissing his throat, I finally felt his lips on my neck. They were afraid, cautious, light.But I needed them. I tilted my head back and gave it up to his mouth. My hand was placed reassuringly on his neck and pushed it. Then he did it.
He grabbed my rear end and pulled me to him, starting a rhythm with his hips.We weren\'t joined, but we weren\'t standing a yard away from each other either. I moved my own rhythm,my hand on his rear, feeling his sex pressed against me. My head fell to his shoulder, and the only thing moving was our thighs.
For the time, I looked at him, really looked, and kissed him. It wasn\'t immature or inexperienced, it was just a simple joined kiss. It defined something. But before I could figure out what, headlights showed up, we parted, and he left me to for his dad.Left me in my drunken state, leaving me to wonder if what we did really meant something,afraid that wed be different later, and confused with dizziness in a childish heap.
The whole rest of the party I just sat back, confused, and untouched. I had staked my claim on him, and by not resisting he had given in to me.
The vodka swam through my veins and fueled my need to touch and grab. It burned and pulsed, speeding my heart up,making lonliness no option My breath was shallow and poured all over his neck. My hands grabbed and scraped at the flesh under his shirt. His fingers gripped teasingly behind my waist. I practically bit his neck open, swarming it with drunken affection. My vision was blurred, like the scene was a dream. After minutes, maybe years of kissing his throat, I finally felt his lips on my neck. They were afraid, cautious, light.But I needed them. I tilted my head back and gave it up to his mouth. My hand was placed reassuringly on his neck and pushed it. Then he did it.
He grabbed my rear end and pulled me to him, starting a rhythm with his hips.We weren\'t joined, but we weren\'t standing a yard away from each other either. I moved my own rhythm,my hand on his rear, feeling his sex pressed against me. My head fell to his shoulder, and the only thing moving was our thighs.
For the time, I looked at him, really looked, and kissed him. It wasn\'t immature or inexperienced, it was just a simple joined kiss. It defined something. But before I could figure out what, headlights showed up, we parted, and he left me to for his dad.Left me in my drunken state, leaving me to wonder if what we did really meant something,afraid that wed be different later, and confused with dizziness in a childish heap.
The whole rest of the party I just sat back, confused, and untouched. I had staked my claim on him, and by not resisting he had given in to me.