Valentine's (567 hits)
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Submitted by Redskieslookfake (View user info) at 2006-02-14 06:51:10 EST
I felt a cold draft against my legs as the covers lifted, and I opened my eyes to see her walking across the bedroom carpet. I gazed at the gentle swing of her hips, her naked body curved and perfectly formed. Five foot five of perfection. She half-turned and looked back at me over her shoulder, expressionless, then her green eyes lit up and a smile blossomed across her face.
"Hi lover," she said in the sultry voice that had hopelessly ensnared me at the party last night.
"Hey" I said. Imaginative lines I know, but I was trying to fix every tiny detail in my memory.
"Where are you going?" I asked, trying to hide the tremor of desperation in my voice. Again, the smile, I'd not hidden it well enough. She reached a hand towards the door, closing on the handle. I felt my pulse raise and my stomach clench painfully.
"Just to get a drink - you want one?" she answered, acting as if she couldn't pick up on it. I nodded, trying to ease the tension from my jaw. The door opened, and she slipped out into the hallway. I remembered that my housemates were still about, and wondered if I should have warned her, but a part of me wanted them to see her, to have her run back in horrified that anyone had seen her naked.
My gaze settled on the pile of clothes thrown on the floor, torn off in last night's passion. Socks and jeans intermingled with her bra. The clothes embraced as we had a few hours before. The sound of the kettle boiling, and the thin whistle of the steam followed by the click of the thermostat drifted into the room. I heard a murmuring then her voice again. Hurried footsteps then a door closing, not quite a slam, but close enough. I sat up in bed, trying to puzzle out what had happened.
She walked back in, bearing two cups of tea and a somewhat wry smile.
"Your housemate didn't want a cup. I guess I should have borrowed your dressing gown, I think I gave him a bit of a fright!" she said idly. That smile still touching her lips
"I should have made the tea. I forgot there was anyone else in the house," I offered as way of apology. For the first time since she'd come back into the room, I gazed into her green eyes. It was her eyes that had bewitched me so last night. Sparkling like emeralds, they'd held me mesmerised as she'd sat down next to me, talking about one of my friends. I'd tried to be cool as she sat close to me then, her body so near I could feel her warmth.
We'd sat there, and talked about the most cultured things I could think about. It's difficult to concentrate on Picasso, when you're really studying the shape of her pert breasts, the line of her cheekbones, the softness of her lips and the slight protrusion of her collarbone. I'm sure Pablo would have approved of my study though.
She'd drawn closer and I'd tensed slightly, my breath catching and my voice edging half a pitch higher. "My name is Honey by the way, you never asked," almost reproachful.
"I know, I've... seen you around," I stammered back.
The first time I'd seen that wry smile, "have you now - so why haven't you said come over before?" she chided gently.
I looked into those playful eyes, and searched for the words. How do you vocalise your feelings of inadequacy, of awe? She tilted her head slightly to one side and lent closer, kissing me gently on the lips, a hint of jasmine rushed into my nostrils as her hair brushed my face.
She drew back as I sat there stunned, a tiny crinkle in her forehead - her eyes fixed on mine. "Too forward?" she asked. Was that a tremor? Her apprehension brought my libido to the surface and finally let me pass comment.
"No."
Great line. Smoooth. I cursed myself silently, as she continued to stare.
"Good," she answered. Somehow that one syllable sounded a lot better that my own.
Later on, enmeshed in the sheets I'd traced every tendon, every line of her body with a finger tip. She'd watched me do it, not saying a word as I'd stroked along her shoulder and down her arm to interlink fingers with her. I'd kissed her neck softly, nibbled the lobe of her ear while my other hand and caressed her cheek.
I took the cup from her hands, smiling slightly, and lifted the sheets again, the cool breeze against my legs once more. I could feel goose pimples, but they weren't caused by the change in temperature.
Without breaking eye contact, she slid back into bed and onto my lap. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her breasts warm against my neck. She pulled herself tighter against me while I desperately sought the table to put my tea down.
I made love to her gently and comfortably, breathing in her scent as she enveloped my face with her warmth. Quiet pants and soft moans were all the communication we had as we moved together. She lent down, her lips closing on mine, gently biting one moment, and then touching tongues the next.
My fingertips dug into her back as the inevitable happened, and I moaned her name into the velvety flesh that blanketed my face.
She sat there, as I teased her nipples, a soft sigh or an almost giggle escaping those lips, and then we lay down again, warm flesh pressed together, hands tightly clasped together.
Why me? I thought. What had I done to deserve this? She could have had any man at that party, and she went for me. Honey was gorgeous, smart, sweet and funny. Surely one of the others was better?
I gave up wondering and let sleep take me, just glad that it was me she had chosen.
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I stretched, arching myself slightly as I lay against him. Not the worst night ever, I thought. He'd been almost puppy like and I'd quite liked the attention, you don't often get that these days, and it was nice to have a change from the usual men who would thrust a few times before emptying themselves into you, grunting loudly before rolled over to snore contentedly. I lifted his arm carefully, reaching out with my own for my clothes. Time to go. Maybe I'd see him around sometime but I don't think I'll do this again. He just isn't my time.
Shit, what was his name again? Not that it really mattered.
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Jake L
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WE'RE TAKING IT BACK.
Wait, is that term applicable?
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Fight the... whatever the hell is going on here.
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Submitted by WantageJamie (user info) at 2008-07-30 07:41:53 EDT (#)
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All the while reading this... I can't get one naggling thing out of my mind...
That you are a complete pussy, yes... that's it.
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Submitted by EchoBoxing (user info) at 2007-02-24 12:09:19 EST (#)
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if you're gonna swing by more, at least write something funny.
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2006-02-14 06:56:45 EST (#)
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Green eyes are the best. They mesmerise me. I am a complete sucker for beautiful eyes.
Submitted by Davros (user info) at 2006-02-14 06:55:43 EST (#)
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Nicely done.
How weird is it that I am working on a story about a girl with green eyes?
-Dave