Aesthetic short stories

Bourbon lips

"I shared my body and my mind with you, that's all over now."

It was obvious from the start.

How did i not notice?

The little winks, drunk nights spent laying in my bed. Bottles of whiskey in the cabinet, sipped straight from the bottle. You said the burn and warmth it gave your soul, felt as if it was magic itself.

I thought that was interesting. Your way of describing things. Captivated me..

I remember when we had to much to drink, our heads were fuzzy, but i swear those green eyes had a glint of lust in there. Idle hands swimming down my waist, red painted nails tugging at my black shorts. A smirk curled at those small glossed lips, i shivered under your touch.

I felt my face burn, you then gripped my torso, pulling me in. We both locked eyes. My lips then pulled a mischievous grin, giving you the sign that i consent to whatever you were planning.

Messy kisses smudged with lip gloss, heated battle of tugging at clothes.

You then somehow got down where the sun don't shine, and i moaned. A look of "oh" plastered your features, and the bed was all that i remember catching us. Everyone knows what happens after that..

And to think about how i loved every minute of it, only to be hit with the fact it was all for your pleasure. It wasn't out of love, only pleasure..

I chuckle humouressly, taking a sip of whiskey. Funny how we use to get drunk off of this, now it's affect is gone. I feel nothing.

"Move baby, move, baby im in love"

"Im in love, im in love."

I loved her. Why did she not love me? I did everything to make her happy. I was the one to whisper it was ok when she was down, the voice of reason. Was those nights of sharing old memories over a cup of coffee at 3am mean nothing to her? The sex and kisses just to please her own pleasure? I thought it meant something..

"All those special times i spent with you my love,

Im pretty when i cry."

Tears cursed my eyes. I let them flow, deciding to not give two shits anymore. Let the make up im wearing mess up, and the mascara stream and smudge.

Burn my lips with bourbon, to forget your taste.