Memory 31
Chapped lips, paint thinners and the smell of dust. Silken tongues and quiet moans. Hands tangled in hair and hands resting against hips. Legs straddling a body and a back against the wall.
Breathing that sounds louder and louder. Thunderous beats of hearts and blood rushing south. The pure drive of something physical and chemical. The scent of musk and the clash of teeth. Clothes ripped off and loud gasps. Rebutting against each other in a futile attempt to find friction. Kisses on my brow, neck, peppered along my shoulder. Kissing your lips. Kissing you felt like another world altogether.
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100 Memories Of You And Me ✔
RomanceThis is a story I wanted to write and fill with pure love. I do not want to tell a controversial tale, just a simple story. No lace or fancy trims. A story of two people and some side characters. A story of two men who would have only ever met by ch...
