Follow the Red Light

“In her comfort, she unhinges her hands and reaches for my thighs, just above the knee, and begins to slide up. I do not indulge her. I abruptly stop all moaning, wrap my fingers very gently around the back of her neck to request her eyes.

“‘Only your mouth.’”

Head to Head (Part 2)

“The camera was fixed on Brooklynn’s almost expressionless face. The stillness in her jaw, her relaxed eyes, and the slow tick-tock of her shoulder rising up and down were all I could see. I closed my eyes and imagined the pillow between my legs was her chin and mouth.”

Head to Head (Part 1)

“I raised my knees to her hips as we kissed. She rolled her back and thrust her hips, demonstrating her stroke. I unconsciously spread my knees, wrapped my legs around her waist and granted her entry. “I bet you’re dangerous with a strap.”

The Barbershop

“((Alex))

Uncurl my calves.

Unfurl my knees.

Her voice,

A sharpened pin 

Piercing through

A silken sheath

Dear panties, let her in.”

The Kissing Booth

“A command in words and touch. The slightest pressure is applied to the inside of my thighs. A gentle request for the hips to relax and open. My legs unfurl instinctively. I am transformed into a will-less marionette for this nameless puppeteer; my limbs attached to her desires. She pulls herself into me, face to face with the erogenous epicenter of an 8.0 earthquake rumbling beneath my panties.”

The Water

“I want to feel her like I feel myself, thick, saturated, and blooming. I want to know what our waters feel like together. If we poured ourselves into the same ocean and swam, where we go. Our waters are just deep enough for a dip. Wide and true enough to dive in and come up dripping wet.”

Cree is Mad

“The force moves her face slightly but when her eyes return to mine they are charged. “I like it when you slap me.” So, I do. My hand meets her face, this time harder. All flames have been lit. With one hand pressing into my collarbone and throat she moans, “Hit me again.”

High

“Tonight you make yourself a fire and my body a pile of matches.  I am a conflagration, every sense aflame. The only sound I can make, as you roll your hips into the perfect thrust, is a single gasp. A gasp like all the air in my body has dedicated itself to spreading this fire.”

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