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8:08 pm Busan
She tugs at my loose top. Drops her lip like a bullet and takes a shot at my sympathy.
"Please"
Her hands wander down and she tucks her fingers into my waist band.
"Lisa please"
Her brows are pulled up while eyes make an emotional appeal. She seems to be good at this - pulling at my heart strings, trying to puppet her desires.
Her wishes are innocent but my thoughts are not - I mean her hands are literally pulling at my pants.
Doesn't she know what that does to me?
I try my best to push past the thought and take her seriously but everytime she pulls at my pants with plead my mind goes walking.
I wish she'd just go ahead and unbutton the god damm thing. Exchange her good girl hand for naughty curiosity and get them wet already. How good it would feel right now to have those long slender fingers inside my -
"Lisa! Are you even listening?"
"Honestly no" I have no room to lie, my head is too full with dirty thoughts.
"You suck" Or you could suck me?
Shit.
Pull it together.
"Look if your going to want me to listen, your going to have to remove your hands" I say - and hate myself for doing it.
She looks down and gets the hint.
And there she is - Jennie. The one I know best. The one I see most. Shy and sweet, unaware of her beauty and ultimately the effect she has. On me. And I imagine everyone else. But she's clueless to that.
Well that is until I say. I make it my job to be vocal about these things - I don't think she's heard enough how beautiful she is, how crazy she makes me feel and how horny she makes me get.
I laugh at her attempt to hide her rosie cheeks. Silly thing - it's too late now, they are in full, glorious bloom.
"You're cute"
She turns and takes a seat on the end of my bed, now diverting her attention to my plain white bedding - as if there's something really interesting going on with it.
