just a cute little anecdote from this morning~
"I burned my forehead when I was straightening my hair this morning." He says in a conversational tone.
"let me kiss it better." I said with a sweet smile.
I kissed his forehead lightly, the scent of hair dye curled in my nose.
I stood beside him, our hands together.
"I burned my cheek this morning."
I lightly rubbed my cheek, still feeling that shocking pain when the iron blades stung my flesh. He leaned in toward me and kissed my cheek. It was sweet and I blushed like mad.
He was the first guy to ever kiss my cheek..
I had a devious smile on my lips and I looked up to him.
"oh! I burned my lips too.." A glint of delicate lust shined through my eyes.
He leaned in and kissed me lightly, then with that powerful angst we both crave.
I had my arms around his waist, so he placed his hands on my arms and pressed my body against his. He leaned me back where we stood, then as quickly as it started he pulled away.
I still feel the same 'good karma' feeling when we kiss. Like every time is still new and exciting.. Electric and full of good vibes.
Kay there's my short story~
xx Venom.
