Run Away

A Touch Of Lust

I could feel every bit of him...his touch...his breath on the back of my neck.
His lips on mine.
I felt wanted...I felt craved. And I fucking loved it.
He stopped kissing me and smiled. He started to leave a trail of his kisses from my nose to the end of my chest.

He picked me up, and put me in a position to where my legs were around his waist. He carried me to his room and closed and locked the door behind us.

He laid me on his bed. And started kissing me again.
I had so many emotions running through my head that I didn't know what to feel.

Lust...that finally someone was kissing me and yearning for me.

Guilt...that Ben was in Michigan and I was over here kissing someone else.

Craving...I wanted to be kissed and touch and loved on.

These three emotions were a whole basket of confusing but at this point in time I didn't care what I felt. I was being loved on.

I felt his lip on my neck, sucking on my neck actually. Leaving a hickey on me.
He smiled at me and stopped.
He slipped off his shirt and threw it to the floor and put me ok top of him. He started to kiss my lip. I began to kiss back.

Given yes, I did feel guilty. But what if Ben never came back or he dumped me when he came back. And if he didn't dump me when he came back then he would understand my delma. He should understand why I did what I did.

I felt Asher slide his hands up my shirt then take it off. He laid on top of me again and started to kiss my stomach and right understand my breast.
I felt every touch...every feeling...every craving. I felt it all.

"I want you Miranda." Asher whispered.

I didn't respond. Because I really did care if he wanted me or not. I didn't care if he didn't like me or if he did. I just didn't give a fuck. As long as I felt good I was fine. I know that's selfish but come on. I feel like for these past few weeks I've been in such a deep depression. I owe it to myself to have a little fun.

He began to mess with the button on my pants and my zipper.
This is where I had gotten a little nervous.
I've only been that interment with one person...Ben. And it was hard. Like what the hell? Me and him were so close. Me and Asher had only known each other for two weeks! Was I just supposed to let him go ahead and do whatever he wanted? Make me feel something that would mean nothing to him in less than a span of three days tops.

I didn't know if it would be the right move for me and him to share that type of intimacy.

But before I knew it....he had unzipped me and had a little problem In his own area.

I was nervous...I was weak.
And he was taking advantage if my weakness.
I got on top and started to kiss him. Praying...hoping that it would keep his mind off of sex.
I just kissed him and kissed him till he couldn't breathe. Then after he was out if breath I laid next to him.

Next thing I knew his head was on my chest, arm wrapped around my waist and other arm under my head...he fell asleep. And I was up thinking about him.