"I can't do this anymore, James!" I wimpered into his chest. It had been months since we had spent any time together. "It hurts. I love you and I need you, and I don't want anyone else but I'm afraid I'm going to break!"
He drew me closer and held me.
"I know. I feel the same."
"Then why can't we be together? We see each other every day, but we never spend any time with each other and it's driving me -"
His lips gently silenced mine.
Surprised at first, I pulled back, but then I re-started the kiss. His soft lips melded with mine in the still gentle - but now surprisingly hungry - passion that was desperate to be let out of its cage.
The man of my dreams tangled his hands in my long mane of red-brown hair, tugging at the wild strands. Our lips parted for a moment- just long enough to gasp out his name, "James!".
Then it began again - our lips met, and my hands came to rest on his chest, clutching slightly at his navy button down.
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Painted in the Mind
Short StoryCutesy romantic/erotic short stories? May contain graphic content; viewer discretion is advised I've yet to feel up to writing anything particularly adult, but we'll see. Maybe I'll add in the really fun content later? [If you have a name suggesti...
