Sticks and Stones

Forbidden Fruits of Frozen Nights & Steaming Hearts

His lips were firm. His jaw was angled towards his high cheeks; fair and smooth. His eyes were wide with colors of deep brown and vivid green. He looked upon me with a sense of longing. His broad chest was supple, framed by strong shoulders. Behind a soft cotton shirt I could see his flat stomach rippling down, down, down to a subtle V that sent my mind whirling in vivid imagery..     

He lied there trembling. As his eyes closed, inviting arms stretched out in my direction, making me subject to his needs. They drew me in, they made me believe he could shield me from any danger.. as if he would hold me there forever, and push out any insecurity I ever had.. Timidly I lied there next to him. I contemplated the situation, the sacred bond we were so close to breaking. I tried to hold down my virtue and keep my guard high. With little effort he draped his hand over the curve of my hip, and slowly traced the contours of  my body

My mind began to race. My skin was flushed with angst. His hands were warm and smooth. he brought me closer to him with every stroke of my supple flesh. I could smell the sweet sent of his cologne, I could feel him breathing down the nape of my neck. It sent an intense shock wave through my body that abruptly sent me backwards into his strong embrace. There, I felt him.. every hill and valley of his maturing body, hard and wide. His pelvis was sturdy, he pressed it against me and pulled me in even closer, our bodies swayed in time as his hands lifted up against my neck. My face was pushed against his, he lightly pressed his lips to my cheek, and I let his hands fall to my inner thy...

His touches were light and seductive, pushing my buttons and feeling my response with his stiffening genitalia.. I could barely breath as he pulled me over him, my legs over his, I brushed over him with my finger tips, palms ready for whatever bliss I might come across. My heart was racing, my body was shaking and I wanted it, I wanted him inside of me; his cock was hard and pushing against my lower back with such force. It reached from his hip well up to his naval, and was thick like a rod, it would stick into me so deep I would achieve instantaneously..

His hands felt my warm puss in all directions. His finger tips teased, and poked inside of me, up, up, up and in, it felt so good I squirmed with elation. He shoved his throbbing shaft between my inner thy to get me ready for the pleasure I was about to endure..  I let my legs fall open and my hands feel behind me on his stone-like torso. I craved his sadistic sensuality so immensely my mouth watered.

I rolled over to grab a condom, and all of a sudden I heard someone walking down the hall towards my room. Panic struck my heart, I shuttered and seized my hands. A voice popped in and said, "I think its time to go.."

I screwed my head back on.. He held me for a few seconds longer. He could feel the guilt streaming through me, as thoughts of my true love flashed back into my forethought- rushing away the perversity that had over taken me. I could equally feel the regret in his posture.. we pushed off each other. Worry of what might become of our "strictly friends" relationship came over us.  I walked him out with a sense of uncertainty, and closed the door behind him secure and tight.

 But there inside our hearts there was another door left ajar; where sensuality and curiosity seeped in.. and in.. and in..