SNOW FALL - Spicy scenes

Bastien and Snow

Everyone had left and I was home alone. I enjoyed having time for myself. It was the afternoon, and I was sitting on the sofa. My poem notebook in front of me. I was re-reading the poem I had written last night... about Snow. I had been dreaming about her for the past week, ever since I stumbled upon her in the kitchen in the middle of the night. She was wearing a white lingerie set with a see through night gown on top, leaving very little to the imagination. Enough to fuel mine, that's for sure.

I had just randomly woken up and felt thirsty, so I went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, not expecting to find anyone there. But there she was, facing towards the kitchen window, the moonlight reflecting on her beautiful fair skin. I stood in the kitchen door for a moment, just admiring her.

"Hi."

She jumped and turned around, gasping. "Oh my God, Bastien!" She took a deep breath as she recognized me. "Don't ever do that again. You scared the crap out of me."

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Seriously, what was I thinking?! "I'm really sorry." I walked towards her as she smiled at me.

"It's okay."

"Why are you here in the middle of the night?" I asked, as I grabbed a glass of water.

She sighed. "I couldn't sleep." She shrugged and pursed her lips. I frowned at her. I knew her anxiety prevented her from sleeping from time to time. I drank some water and placed the half full glass on the sink.

"Anxious?" She nodded. "It's going to be okay." She sighed and turned around again. I approached her as she stared at the moon, seemingly lost in thought.

I wrapped my arms around her and pressed her body against mine. "You can talk to me if you need to. I want to help you." She rested her hands on my forearms.

"I know." She rested her head back on my chest. "You're already helping by being here."

We stood there, like that, for a few minutes. Our breathing synchronized, I noticed her eyes starting to close in the reflection of the window. I whispered, "Snow, you're falling asleep."

"Mhm..." I laughed and she smiled. "I definitely am. You'll have to carry me to my room." She opened her eyes and looked up at me. "I'm kidding." She turned around and wrapped her arms around my neck. I blushed. She made me nervous when she looked at me with those gorgeous blue eyes.

"You're so sweet, Bastien." I placed my hands on her lower back. I was so lost in her, I couldn't manage to utter a single word.

She moved her lips closer to mine, and I instinctively lowered my head down so they could meet. She kissed me, gently at first. Before I knew it, her tongue was sliding into my mouth, teasingly playing with mine.

She pulled away, and looked at me, smiling. "Wow.", she uttered.

"Wow, indeed." I knew I was blushing like crazy by the way she was looking at me.

"I think it's time I go back to bed. Good night, Bastien." She placed her hands on my cheeks and pulled me down closer to her, only to give me a quick kiss and walk away.

I breathed in deeply and looked down at my crotch. Yeah, I definitely had a boner. I drank the water left in my glass, somehow leaving the kitchen feeling thirstier than when I walked in.

(Back to the present)

That was exactly a week ago. Ever since that night, I had been craving her touch like a mad man. Touching myself did the trick... for a while. As soon as I saw her again, I got hard immediately. So I decided I'd write down my feelings in a poem. A rather explicit one, compared to anything I'd ever written.