It started off as a slow and innocent kiss and then it turned into something I'd never forget.
Her mouth tasted like a sweet nectar. She tasted so sweet and all I wanted to do was to hold her and kiss her.
"J-James!" She moaned my name. Her voice was so silky and frail. It almost made me shake with this sudden yearning.
I was lost in the tornado she created. Like a moth that drew itself into a flame knowing that its grasping tails could make burn greater depths in hell.
Clothes were off and so were our whispering gasps. Our rhythm could be mistaken as our heart beat.
And finally we were one.
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My Love For Amore
Short StoryIt was an evening that I would never forget. The time that I would cherish till the day I got old. We were in own little world. Her making a miniature snowman and castles of icy hope and me a lanky boy named James admiring his Amore from afar. [shor...
