“I don’t even know your last name”
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Reblog if you’ve done it with the cat on the bed.
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This Week’s Challenge
Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it’s the triumphant twang of a bedspring.
— S.J. Perelman
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Late night television
I have no idea what’s going on. To tell you the truth, I haven’t been paying attention for about 30 minutes, and we’re about 45 deep with 45 to go. My eyes are open, but beyond a vague flashing of light and distant, muffled voices, all I can see is your sweat-soaked body writhing on top of mine, and all I can hear is grunted obscenities between labored breaths. It’s too bad you’re not watching what I’m watching inside my head.
I sigh and shoot a glance at you out of the corner of my eye. You’re slouched against the back of the couch, arms folded across your chest, feet up on the coffee table, brows slightly furrowed with eyes transfixed on the screen. You’re totally into it. My gaze drifts downward toward that very spot between your legs that keeps burning in my mind, separated from me by nothing more than a zipper and a thin layer of cotton. I’m totally into it.
Challenge accepted.
I slide off the couch onto my knees. The sudden movement catches your attention. “What are you doing?” you ask as I position myself in front of you. I don’t answer. Instead, I reach out and unbutton your pants.
It doesn’t take long for you to figure out where this is going because you’re ready to go the moment my hot breath teasingly dances across your thighs and tongue glides down that soft, sensitive part of you that had been taunting me in thoughts just moments before. I look up at you, coyly of course, just in time to see your mouth drift open and eyes roll into the back of your skull. I’m sure you can feel me smirking.
Up and down, my tongue swirling, and you seem to have no idea what to do with your hands because you’re so lost in sensation. I can only imagine how what I do next must feel like, as it elicits a gasped “Oh my god…”
I lock eyes with you as I lead one last ultra slow, long, wet trail up your shaft, flick my tongue across my lips, and grin. “My turn.”
I grab your wrists and pull you off the couch. We kiss sloppily while frantically peeling each others’ clothes off, and before I know I’m pushing your head down between my legs. I immediately get butterflies as the warmth and wetness of your mouth envelop me. Your gentle sucking and playful licking soon turns into a voracious feeding, and I find myself incapable of doing nothing more than locking my fists in your hair and forcing your tongue deeper. The feeling is almost enough to send me over the edge… but not quite.
I tug your head up away from me, and with one look you know exactly what I want. You practically pounce on me, crushing your lips violently against mine as our bodies collide and you bury yourself inside me. My body shudders and I fail to suppress a moan, the feeling of you filling me being SO FUCKING GOOD that silence is impossible. My hips grind against yours as you rock into me hard, and my breasts glide along your chest, already slick with sweat. You begin sucking hungrily on my neck, to which I respond with a pleading whine and a sharp digging of my nails into your back. Our panting grows more erratic, our grunts more strained, and our rhythm more fast-paced, the friction nearly becoming more than we can bear. I grab your ass desperately, pulling you further into me with every thrust, and you slam into me relentlessly. I bite my lip almost to the point of drawing blood and clamp my eyes shut so tight I see stars, and I feel myself losing control…
With one final cry, an overwhelming heat suddenly blasts through my body and sends me shuddering uncontrollably. An intense tingling spreads to my limbs while you release one last labored grunt before collapsing on top of me. We cling to one another, chests heaving, hearts racing, and minds spinning.
We are completely and utterly lost in this moment, in each other. It’s as if the entire world stopped just for us. We don’t even notice that the shitty movie we were watching earlier has finally ended, or that we start to nod off in each other’s arms…
Or that your father discovers us in the morning, stark naked and fast asleep on the living room floor.
Masturbation is like procrastination, it’s all good and fun until you realize you are only fucking yourself.
— Author Unknown
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