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You push me back against the brick wall...
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Submitted: Jul 26, 2007    Reads: 369    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


The music boomed.  Dancers pulsed along with it.  Sweat drenched bodies moved as one.  Your hands on my hips.  Back.  Shoulders.  Neck.  Ass.  The bass pounded.  Your breath in my ear.  Each grinding on the other trying to find some release on the dimly lit floor.

Walking down the street.  Hand in hand.  Barely able to go in a straight line.  You knock me into an alley.  Its dark.  The smell of old garbage drifts up as rats scurry away.  I hold onto you for balance.

You push me back against the brick wall of a pizza shop.  Your hands pulling me towards you and holding mine still.  The sudden sharpness on my neck sends shivers down my spine.  You bite me.  Hard.  Then kiss the spot to soothe it.  Your hands wander under my shirt.  Skin on skin.  Making my head spin.

I use my hands to steady myself on the wall as I push my leg up between yours.  You gasp and close your eyes for a brief moment.  The next thing I know my shirt is off and your scratching your way down my neck.  Chest.  Stomach.  Right down to my belt.  You kiss my collarbone as your hand dives into my pants.  I moan at the contact.

Your kiss sends fire right to my core as you push yourself farther onto my leg.  Our movement reminds me that I'm shirtless against a brick wall.  I steady myself on the wall with one hand and keep the other on your shoulder for balance.

"Don't stop," I barely breathe the words.  You push harder.  Dive deeper.  Pulling me closer to that edge.  Coaxing me with your fingers.

"I want you to cum for me, right here,"  you whisper into my ear with that devilish gleam in your eye.

My world explodes.  The alley.  The garbage.  The sound of people and cars.  The brick wall.  All fall away.  The only thing I know is your touch.  Skin on skin.  Hands under clothing.  Teeth on my neck.  My hand in your hair pulling you closer.  The heat on my leg.

We stumble back out to the street.  Arms linked.  Fingers entwined.  Laughing.  We pass a club with a pounding bass line blaring out the door.

"I love this song!" You exclaim as you drag me through the doors and give the bouncers a good show.


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For the duration of this piece of fine writing I felt like a Voyuer peeping on a loving passionate scene taking in a a deep love unfolding. Good. Darn good.

Posted: Aug 11, 2007

Author Comment:

would it be sketchy of me to say i reallly wanna give you a big hug? Thank you.

RDVour
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I thought you were a man. Either way, this is a hot piece. Passion galore.

Posted: Oct 29, 2007

Author Comment:

Thanks!



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