Septembers to Remembers

Septembers to Remembers

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

"What movie do you feel like watching?" I flipped through the DVD's and picked out one out of the sixty I brought; "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo." As he started the DVD player inserting the movie, I grabbed the back of his white T-shirt and pulled him towards me. "Forget it." I smiled and bit his lower lip. "I feel like watching you instead."

Summary

"What movie do you feel like watching?"
I flipped through the DVD's and picked out one out of the sixty I brought; "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo."
As he started the DVD player inserting the movie, I grabbed the back of his white T-shirt and pulled him towards me.
"Forget it." I smiled and bit his lower lip. "I feel like watching you instead."

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Submitted: September 08, 2012

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It wasn’t because the room was too cold, or the movie was gruesome, or that we were laying on a single mattress on the floor like crack heads. It wasn’t the creaking noises or the late hums from the traffic bellow the second floor.
It was because I wanted to. I needed to.
I craved the other part of myself that I’ve stashed away for four years. That selfish, needy, moody, bitchy side of my persona. That wild bitch in an active jungle. That firefly striving for light. That wild cat wanting to prey on the week...a hungry panther.
My nails dug into his skin as his mouth sucked on my lower lips with need. Red marks were left after the touch of my finger tips on his caramel skin. I watched in wonder as the blood spilled out like tiny polka dots on a lovely summer white dress.
His intake of breath with each stroke of my clothed body rubbing on his hardness, up and down...slow and hard. Fingers tracing delicate skin, goose bumps rising from head to toe. The kiss of a never ending need lasted for hours instead of minutes.
My hand traveled down his navel and into his pants grabbing the most sensitive part of his body. His erection thick and hard in my hands. I was working with the skill of a pro messages up and down, pumping with each of his wonderful intake of breaths.
I couldn’t contain myself and so my lips found what my hands had been hiding and sucked deeply, bitting down softly. He cried out as I repeated this over and over, faster and faster.
His body began to convulse and then shout my name as he came into my mouth. The salty flavor of his cum slid down my throat as I slowly pulled my swollen lips away from his still erection.
Staring at it for the seconds I did, I couldn’t resist to pull down my underwear and rode him to oblivion. One of his hands grabbed the curve of my waist as the other chocked me; wrapped around my neck. Not too hard but yet not to soft. The sensations were wonderful, those sweet painful strokes...a tattoo to the skin.
It was my time to convulse and scream, not in agony but in pleasure, as I came to my climax.
I looked down and stared in wonder as a dreamy smile spread out on his beautiful face.
It wasn’t because the temperature in the room was too cold or the movie in the background was uninteresting...it was the quite.
The unending quite of a peaceful and satisfied sigh.


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