(This one is PG-13, so if you're younger, I promise, reading this is not critical to continuing life. It is "just" a kiss, but it is rather explicit at least for me, so feel free to not read it)
It was - amazing. There is no other way to describe it. Even know I can feel his tongue exploring my mouth, in a dance with my tongue, tracing my mouth. The roof of my mouth, the inside of my cheeks, and that was just the kiss. His hands were roaming my body, in a semi-decent way. When he tried to get under my shirt I shook my head and kept attacking his mouth, swirling my tongue around his. He had us pressed tightly together, and occasionally we would stop long enough for the one to kiss the other's neck, all over, and what a blissful feeling that was. The kisses might have been sloppy but it's not like we have tons of practice, and they were certainly very wet- we both would discretely wipe our mouths anytime we parted for longer than a breath. I think at one point, I nibbled his ear a little but the neck kisses and the french kissing were OH so amazing.
Even just thinking back to it leaves me in a daze.
Yet, as Charlaine Harris once said,
"The sweetest part of being a couple is sharing your life with someone else.
But my life, evidently, had not been good enough to share."
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Ideas
AcakThis is going to be where I post ideas for possible stories, as well as a little bit about myself along the way. I am open to suggestions, and mostly I will decide what I should write based on what people comment about said idea so yeah. Also, plea...
