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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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and written you all a story! It's definatly NSFW and you probably shouldn't read it if you are under 18. I can't stop you though.
This is a warm up to something much longer. If you have any suggestion about how to improve the writing, anything at all, pelase tell me so I can make this next one a bit better.
As is customary, it's in the replies.
(, Tue 12 May 2009, 22:02, 37 replies, latest was 17 years ago)
She sat alone in the pub on a low barstool, sipping a glass or wine and reading her book. Not paying much attention to those around, people swirled, ordering and drinking, chatting and laughing. Concentrating on her reading, the sights sounds and smells were nothing to her concentration, blocking out all distractions.
A flash of colour out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. A tall blond woman wearing short coat and long silk scarf carrying two drinks tried to slip past to her friend. Squeezing through, the trailing edge of the scarf hang down, dragging over the reader’s neck as the scarf wearer walked away. An involuntary shudder ran down her spine as the silk caressed her, causing the reader to close her eyes.
The woman went away, and the reader returned to her book. Without warning, the scarf appeared again. It was very slowly pulled along her neck, the reader’s breath stopping and her eyes closing in a trance. Before the scarf stopped its travel, she felt a warm breath on the bare side of her neck. The delicate perfume entered her nostrils, downing out the other smells of the bar. A pair of lips lightly caressed the reader’s skin, giving to a small gasp and the feeling of butter flies in her stomach. Not wanting to open her eyes, she sat perfectly still as the lips gently made their way up and down her skin, the warm breath tickling the light hairs on the back of her neck.
A warm, slightly greasy sensation just under chin as the kisser pressed their lips against her skin. Another warm breath caressing her skin. Cool fingers touched her back, moving up over her spine, coming around to hold the so far untouched side of her neck. Another kiss, twisting slightly and leaving the cool feel of drying lipstick on her neck. The hand pulled her closer. Small teeth made a light nip. Then another. Another slightly harder nibble. Alternate kisses and nibbles, accentuated by the warm breath against her skin and the cool hand holding her in place traced their way down her neck towards the small hollow made by her collarbone. A kiss there caused another gasp and shudder as the fingers began stroking her neck, travelling in up and down the soft skin.
The lips began to move back up, the hand once again holding the readers neck in place. The reader could feel another shudder inside her. The lips this time did not stop at the top of her neck. The mystery hand gently turned and tilted her neck. Keeping her eyes shut, the reader knew what was going to happen but could do nothing to stop it. Another warm breath over her lips caused the reader to hold hers. Were it not for the hand holding her, she would have lunged forward. The wait of only a few seconds seemed to stretch to an infinite amount of time like the dunes of a desert before the eyes.
The lips pressed to hers.
Time stopped.
Her breath held.
No sound entered her ears.
Nothing. Silence. Just the feeling of the person opposite’s soft lips on hers.
She kissed back.
Lifting her hand and slipping it beneath the long hair opposite her, she pulled her kisser close. The shudder inside her released, running through her whole body, pulling the person opposite her closer. Her body shook, she tasted the kisser’s lips with her tongue and let herself completely in to the experience as her body wracked with shakes.
She opened her eyes. The blonde with the scarf was chatting with her friend and sipping her drink. Returning to her book, the reader adjusted herself on the stool to avoid getting damp legs, and returned her attention to the book.
(, Tue 12 May 2009, 22:06, Reply)
My underwear has been sticky for aaaages. For an entirely different reason.
(, Tue 12 May 2009, 22:29, Reply)
"TL;DR".
But you're right, shitting yourself is awful too.
(, Tue 12 May 2009, 22:40, Reply)
I won't even read porn.
I did really
(, Tue 12 May 2009, 22:49, Reply)
bullshit you will.
I'll not give you anything to complain about!
(, Tue 12 May 2009, 22:46, Reply)
well go right ahead then.
And if you pull *that* one out - there will be big trouble.
Angry grizzly bears will look TAME in comparison. :P
(, Tue 12 May 2009, 22:49, Reply)
people are looking at us
whisper whisper whisper send it me please whisper
(, Tue 12 May 2009, 22:52, Reply)
pretends he's rubbish at writing but he's not really.
He's actually very very good.
(, Tue 12 May 2009, 22:50, Reply)
They just need to sit down and think. I'm curious as to this one you two are on about though...
(, Tue 12 May 2009, 22:52, Reply)
its not making an appearance here
(, Tue 12 May 2009, 22:54, Reply)
oh. You mean separately. Nevermind then. :p
(, Tue 12 May 2009, 22:36, Reply)
We both has pants : )
Edit - erm.....I'm off to bed now. I may be some time.
Goodnight.
(, Tue 12 May 2009, 22:07, Reply)
I enjoyed that. Probably more than I should have. Please continue.
(, Tue 12 May 2009, 22:26, Reply)
have no desire to see Crow spluff. But knock yourself out.
(, Tue 12 May 2009, 22:50, Reply)
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