A Magical Place.

[[Just a small piece of writing to try and loosen up an awful writers block I'm currently suffering with. I've had to scrap my stories that I really wanted to complete simply because they had lost momenteum. Hopefully this will get me a little back on track again.]]


'The couch...' her cock-eyed whisper broke the silence. 'Look, it's breathin'!' he looked, it was breathing, swelling and deflating slowly, she pressed her ear against the soft, cold leather endearingly.
'What're you doing?' his voice sounded rasping, affectionate and bemused, his accent different to hers, more rounded and refined, closer to queen's english. The girl had the sort of voice which would confound a foreigner with it's strong locality.
'I'm listenin' for it's heart!' she replied, her hair was mussed and curled, she usually wore it stick straight, framing her pale face, but it had been left to disarray and fell in it's natural position, coiling onto her cheeks and framing her large, dark eyes. Her pupils were so stretched he imagined he could see straight through them into her one hundred miles per second brain and see the thoughts wizzing by, each stranger than the first. They were alone in the room, and the red strap of her vest was slipping tantalizingly down her creamy white shoulder, exposing more and more of her swelling cleavage, he felt ashamed, a man of his age sitting in a room with a teenage girl buzzing, thinking about sucking her nipples, but it wasn't often you saw breasts like those, she was still young so the inevitable curse of gravity had not yet ruined their magnificent stature, and therefore she would regularly pass up on wearing a bra. They were firm, supple and certainly more than a handful, he knew from experience they could easily accomadate a cock. Her ample chest tapered down to a slender waist, flaring out into hips and the kind of ass that just begged to be spanked whenever you saw it infront of you. The roughness of her added to her charm, the cigarettes she smoked, her cursing, her commoness made her all the more appealing, particularly because she was so dirty and ready. The kind of girl you could slam up the wall and fuck from behind, only to have her spin around at the end, get down on her knees, and suck you off until you came straight away with her own juices smeared all over you. You can bet she'd smile up at you whilst she was doing it, too. She was more experienced than most girls her age, her hands knew how to move and her mouth knew even better than her hands, in short, she was an incredible, guilty fuck.

'I think we're just hallucinating, darlin',' he whispered. The lights were dim. She cast a rueful smile towards him.
'Yeah, man, I think y' right. Fuckin' weird though, aye it?' he smiled, laughed deep in his throat, causing her to laugh too when she didn't even know why. 'Herb is well lucky to have an uncle like you, all my uncles are right wankers, you're proper safe though,' Herbie, the last person he'd ever wanted her to mention. They had a strange relationship, she and Herbie, they had been living together with Herbie's Mother and Father for two years, and were very happy with one another in their juvenile romance, they had a see or hear no evil, speak no evil type policy, in the sense that ignorance is bliss, what is behind closed doors is easy to bypass. Herbie's ruffian of a girlfriend and her bedroom eyes were free to do as they pleased, and vice versa. He couldn't understand it, if she were his, he'd imagine he'd break her. He'd take her and make her loyal, even if she were kicking and screaming the whole way, she would be his and his alone. He knew now was a bad time to think, as the extasy took hold. It could hardly be called extasy anymore, despite the fact her delicate, slender fingertips with their black nails were caressing and scratching the yellow fabric of the drapes, and he himself could feel his cock swelling in his jeans for no real reason bar the drug coursing through his veins, the strength of the pills was pale in comparison to what he'd had in his teens. He ran a hand slowly through his salt and pepper hair, he supposed lazily a huge part of the appeal, apart from her smudged black make up, and chapped, pink lips was that it was almost incest. There was no blood relation, but being the girlfriend of his nephew, she was almost like a niece. Despite himself, he reached out, broke the touch barrier and brushed aside an errant lock of her dark hair as she scooted closer. She was smiling secretively, not making eye contact, he knew she was coming close to peaking. He watched her uncork a bottle of red wine, gripping it between her thighs tight, he imagined his hips there instead. Her appetite for intoxicants was insatiable, she was a bonafide drug fiend. She was a pure junkie, not the kind that lives out their days in a squat and shoots smack, but her reliance on drugs was extreme, from the legal to class A it would go straight into her veins and work it's magic. She gulped from the bottle, and passed it to him.
'You should get some glasses, babe, we can hardly quaff from a bottle,' he remarked blithely. She laughed, rested her head on his shoulder, he could smell vanilla from her hair and her body.
'Pretend yer a tramp,' she replied with a giggle. 'I'd find you a paper bag but we aye got none,' he laughed, and planted a gentle, tentative kiss to her forehead. He knew it was wrong, but he just couldn't seem to keep his hands off her. It was tough when he was sober, never mind in this dark room, on the cool leather sofa, with her tits pressed up against his bicep. 'God, I feel sooo good,' her voice crooned out, low and husky, she didn't have one of those cloyingly feminine voices, it was very deep for a girls, he imagined part would be natural, but some would be the abuse her throat suffered. His brain told him he could make her feel better, she flashed him a smile, her teeth, just like everything else, were flawed. Clean, but just crooked enough to be noticable, the kind of teeth which would have had a set of braces slapped on them when she was ten years old, had she even had a dentist. 'I proper hate how annoyin' clothes are on pills,' he laughed aloud.
'Why don't you take them off, then?' he asked. Her stomach fluttered, she hated and loved it when he flirted all at once, his baby soft skin, his round blue eyes, he was everything she loved in a man. Older, taller, smarter and stronger. All the things that turned her to butter. When he kissed her, it was like angels sang, and sometimes she told him she loved him. She would cry later, of course, cry over being so easy and cheap. Cry because she was breaking her own fickle heart. She had become an expert at pushing such worries aside, however, and as he leant closer her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parted just tiniest amount, touched to his own soft ones. His hand slipped into her hair, his tongue into her mouth, and they pressed close to one another. She could do this forever, just kiss him, feel his supple lips manipulating hers and his tongue teasing at her just like it would her pussy. Forever was broken and they ripped apart just as the door opened.
'What are you guys doing in here?' Herb asked. He was just as dazed and wasted as them. He shrugged.
'Just sitting here,'
'You should come do something in here,' he opened his mouth, but she interrupted.
'Yeah, man, you're right. C'mon, Mister,' he could see in her eyes the spell bound between them had snapped for now. The magic was gone. He wouldn't get laid tonight. With a sigh, he adjusted the front of his jeans and stood up, following them both out the room.