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* Heavily breathing *
* Walking in the door me and *****
Are already turned on.
Fumbling the keys then throwing
Them to the floor, and kicking back
The door, ***** pushed me against the wall.
He was hot,
Ready.
He breathed heavily into my space,
As my eyes flickered from his lips to his eyes and back.
His hands hovering over my face,
Just grazing over my skin.
He pushed me back harder,
Grasping my face in his hands
And kissing me aggressively.
I kissed back wanting it too.
His hands traveled my body,
Gripping my waists
And again so much more.
We wondered up the stairs never opening our eyes,
Never loosing contact.
The noises escaping me
And ***** were quiet
But in our silent house
It was everything and everywhere,
Filling all rooms.
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We're in the bedroom
Falling on the red sheets.
Still in contact.
Unzipping and unbuckling,
Pulling off and tearing, throwing.
He asked if this is okay,
I nod and say yes out of air
Out of mind.
He continues to kiss down,
And breath in.
Slide down and
Caress, thin.
In.
Out.
Thrust,
And pound.
Moans eraticate the silence,
My hands venture his hair.
Threw his glasses,
Got more aggressive.
This is everything,
Yet nothing,
To what we Can do.
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Best friends yet lövers
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Thøughts
Short Storydirty thoughts that I have /; they are most likely graphic and kinky because I have issues so read at your own discretion.
