As I laid there, his arm around me
kisses to my shoulder were given
The feeling was intoxicating.
For the first time I felt shivers every time my skin met his beard and lips.
Moaning, my body responding
to the whirlwind I was in.
The sensation of the kiss and my enlarged life givers being teased
she was getting pleased.
Slow motion of his harden solider
gently being guided against my backside, the feeling so erotic
Switching positions, he's on top
I don't want this to stop
It feels right with him resting in between my legs as his lips are on mine. His kiss one of a kind.
I yearn to be like this again
Going beyond pleasure
Building something immeasurable
But I am scared to be hurt again.
About the Creator
Umi El
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Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson2 days ago in Fiction
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